Desparados Lyrics - West Coast Resurrection - Game

Whee-hee-hee-hee! 

Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride 

wanted dead or alive. 

Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive. 

Bogus way of life. 

Who the hero? Who the villian? 

When I'm sterrin down the block 

fools wanna try why 

fly what they ridin' 

on the tip of a rider slidin' 

somebody gotta die 

on the frontier. 

Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit 

cause the hood be on 

shoot em up 

everytime I look around 

something goin' down buck buck 

somebody got popped 

stop drop 

hollow point tips hard to dodge 

when you lookin' down your enemies barrel 

you wish your apparel was camaflouge 

booyaw what you gone do now 

I got my crew pal 

and weese wrangla's 

what I got in my chamber 

will rearrange ya 

goddang ya 

will hang ya 

death wish wanna play 

under lasy under lay 

can't help it when I spray 

break out if you stay 

you're gonna pay in a bogus way 

I'll blow your skull hollow 

now if you follow 

that's your choice and you're 

gonna feel sorrow 

death hard to swallow 

you rodent 

here todasy gone tomorrow 

shouldn't fuck wit a... 

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In the streets it's a game 

niggas try to get a name 

but ah, 

I don't fuck with em 

when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna 

squash it, 

watch it. 

Ride off through the valley 

leave em in the alley. 

Stankin' bitch who gone trick 

no witnesses 

I rush the vic 

two times in the shit. 

I laid em, miss 

he was acting like he had something 

I got pissed. 

No whif. 

A nigga said that he was at you 

what you gone do 

strap up black hoody up and 

bit the dust 

a hard head make a soft ass, 

so I'm gone blast. 

Watch a motherfucker last. 

Shoot it 

don't baby food it 

you got something nigga 

you'd better use it. 

Threatning a nigga with a gun 

it aint fun 

you caught one. 

Three off from the back 

gotta blow my guns 

woo-woo 

with a glock 

make your ass stop. 

Attack again 

won't come back again 

fuckin' him up like a bitch. 

Bustin' at him quick 

reachin' for your shit 

try to get away from me 

you getting hit 

you dig. 

Better move your kids 

I'm at this nigga 

and I don't wanna do it, 

but I'm wanted 

so fuck it 

I'm ready to drop em 

shit 

I got em. 

Photos 

Who can help but to be scandalous 

cloned a vandalist 

but aint havin' shit. 

Boom. Buck. Buck. 

Who's next to get fucked up. 

Chump 

gotta lot of rowdy niggas 

wannt get your body stunk. 

Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard 

where niggas are livin' and copin' 

and rooftop scopin' 

at ass 

too fast 

sufferin' succotash. 

Quicker to bust and blast 

take em up off the map. 

Now you wonder why it's on 

it's on, 

cause a motherfucker didn't play like that. 

Start the shit 

the Conflict we attack right away. 

To be exact 

now you wanna squash it. 

Uh-uh 

it's a rumble 

only way we gone end it 

when you on your back 

kick off and ripped off 

til shit aint attached. 

Itch through the dirt 

like a bitch bad with crabs. 

Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw 

Desperado rollin' out 

I'm wanted for millions 

for hanging up scabs. 

Take that 

bust off cannon then haul ass. 

Bogus way of life. 

But life get the last laugh 

no chance to glance and dance. 

Shit in your pants 

your leavin' the land 

hit your whole clan 

with they guns in they hand. 

Mission is finished 

and victory flawless. 

Gunsmoke from the Chi 

never with a crew 

and it's Flict and die. 

Gotta' put em up 

put yo hands up right now 

clap 

I'ma snap 

react and serve my pack 

or punch a punk dumb 

here I come 

with the Flict 

renegade and raw dope'll split 

heads. 

Come equip or get rip with 

lead 

never dis 

dat strap so what's next 

we can get down 

rumble or tuggle around 

what you got 

you gotta give it your all right now 

pal 

or get piled with pow 

you foul 

we buckwild 

get on up you got one false move. 

It's Chi for now 

we down to change the rules. 

Buddy done got his nutty split 

sent off a bit 

now he got some conflict 

got a thousand grams of mac 

Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak. 

What else you need to justify trials of the Flict 

cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off 

somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a 

poppin'. 

Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' you noggin. 

Tell me what you got, I'm starvin' 

bring it on nigga 

you trigger happy 

I'ma desperado.