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Central Coast Clique
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Southside, Southside
Triple C, Triple C Music
Now let me tell you about the Central Coast, fool
We bump old school, and break all the rules
Puro Mexicanos in every single town
My area is down and we don't fuck around
We smoke weed and drink Pisto all day
Put it down like some players 'cause we gotta get paid
On a mission, always trippin', don't you know?
My style, not my slopes when it comes to a flow
Triple C, y'all up in it, flexin' game
Sucka free, I remain, through the clout we obtain
Known to rip a track up and that's a bet
Rebellious domination's what you get
So put your money on me and my homie Double D
'Cause we keep it real as can be
You never knew that Adolpho could drop some hits
So dominator, why don't you spit that shit?
I got the rhythm, got the feeling, got the flow
It's the Triple C, runnin' the game, don't you know?
Puttin' putos in place, I got you bitches in check
Don't fuck around or you'll catch a filero in the neck
My fuckin' crew, my point of view, the voice in back of my head
Tellin' me I need to do you
Understand it's just a part of my nature, my life
I'll do whatever I can to keep myself alive
Universal, never rehearsal
You better beware because I'm crazy when I burst, bro
A simple warning's not enough to keep you off my nuts
You got the true blue funk when you hear my cuts
Bob your head to a jam by the down and brown
The Triple C, Central Coast, comin' to your town
I flow for days, I got so many ways
Why don't you take it to the bridge and give me time to blaze, fool?
You punk motherfuckers can't fuck with this
The number one clique and we're droppin' hits
From the south to the north, east to the west
All you busters die just like the rest
Southside (Southside), Southside (That's right)
Scream the shit with pride
When you ride, when you ride
Represent your side
Check it, it's Rebel from the Central Coast
Hominie known to rock the land, now tell me, can you feel me?
Bitches and fakes, putos and snakes
Is what I see, so I do what it takes
To stay alive and keep pushin' to the top (That's true)
Pop lock, bumpin' as the fuckin' ass drops
Player haters on the dick of the clique
You levas make me sick, actin' like a bitch
But I gotta give it up to my homies who keep it real
You know the deal, hustlin' for the scrill
A player, brown innovator, rap entertainer
But never an imitator
Original (On a bomb ass track)
Faded (Off a bomb ass sack)
We put it together and made a dope ass sound
To do it for our town and represent the brown
I've been hopin' and lookin' for maybe somethin' different
Now I'm gonna give it to you slick and wickedly sly
Come with me to the land of the promise
Kick up dust and now I'm feelin' flawless
And not a worry in the world
I got a separate soul and no sense in naked girls
Can you feel me? Understand me?
Welcome to my world, welcome to my land, baby
I'm feelin' quite gifted
Soul searchin' for years to feel the lift I'm givin'
For my high to leave me now
Would be a waste of time, a waste of bud
Don't know how, pack another bowl, it got me feelin' good
Keep me numb out of sense and out of the woods
Clear-minded can only bring me the pain
That's why I smoke weed and drink down to keep my system tame
You punk motherfuckers can't fuck with this
The number one clique and we're droppin' hits
From the south to the north, east to the west
All you busters die just like the rest
Southside (Southside), Southside (That's right)
Scream the shit with pride
When you ride, when you ride
Represent your side
You punk motherfuckers can't fuck with this
The number one clique and we're droppin' hits
From the south to the north, east to the west
All you busters die just like the rest
Yeah, Triple C
Trinidad Town, baby