Land of the Skanless - Gonzoe, Kausion, Mac 10

Everywhere I go I hear shots

Gats pop

How should we handle this?

Born in the land of the scandalous

But I survive and overlook dodging slugs

Cause fools trying to get my shit took

At 11:00 o’clock on the nose I hits the flo'

Kiss my ho

Stompers through my kitchen and light the roach

Exit the front porch to catch a morning breeze

While fumbling with my keys

Motherfuckers they yell «freeze» (nigga)

Now I’m on my hands and knees nervous

From the screaming, somebody heard us

But who the fuck would wanna swerve us?

Unless they heard about the hidden stash

All the goodies they thought I had

They runs into my pad

Nobody budged in my conflict as they blast down do'

(shiiiet)

And I’m wondering, «Hell if I’m next»

My ho, yelling since I couldn’t move I just laid

Fool had his twin gauge planted at her rib cage

(Bloaw)

Was the sound I heard

If they shot my bitch it’s on, that’s my word

These niggas got the nerve

Taking everything they can coming at me sideways

Got me laying down in my own driveway, damn

I gots to make my money in a bundle but stay humble

Keep my head on the swivel for these niggas in the jungle like me

Who see what I see

Cause nigga it’s all about family and keeping artillery

Feeling the addict

Automatics I’m acrobatic

It’s a habit nothing up on niggas and kicking static

In the street, head nuts, handlebars on feet

Deep roam the concrete from Compton Ave to the beach

White boys get beat for GT’s and scooter keys

Can’t fuck with the little ass G’s

Hunting for cheese I hits many degrees at any angle

Throwing up the west, motherfucker

We can tangle

Well alright, citizens of the ghetto. We are back to claim the west side.

And I am the west side connection. Home of them extra real niggas named

Kausion

My money’s on short, I creep with the needle on E

Banged up in the LTD

I need a whole ounce of yay to start off the day

Nigga hopped on the ten speed and banked down a one way

(Nigga what you got?)

Homeboy what you need?

It’s the way out in out in hell to make your chest bleed

The fiends stay sparked up, the whole hood is marked up

To let fools know this motherfuckers sewed up

Standing on post trying to serve my shit

The little homies patrol the hood just for the hit

It had to be the wrong time and the wrong place

Now there’s fo' baseheads staying right in my face

Just like that, «Hit the ground, motherfucker»

I couldn’t do shit and I can’t play a sucker

The neighborhood clucks got the upper hand

So if it’s my time to go I’ma fall where I stand