Sac-A-Indo (Where I'm From)

[Verse 1] Where I'm from hell ah niggas is bitches In Southside Sacramento mouth dry cause ah sacs ah the indo Where jealous niggas get stitches they mouths wide When we crack 'em wid pistols and celibate bitches Develop addiction and didn't keep they mouth Quiet when we fuck 'em and kick 'em, out the telly Tell us we trippin' but she just another victim Develop a suckers for crippin' ya heard Gordon Block I'ma keep bailin' and flippin' birds till my heart stop Depart from carlots, and brand new car tops Observe yo bitch face, observe the big face Spark Glocks to clip hate and nigga like some split ends Puff herb drunk drive wreck, we switch Benz Neglect yo bitch kids I, fuck her with them in the room And damn how pregnant she is I Fuck her with them in the room, doggystyle Let's part it slip it in and fuck with the pain If your, kid is boring starting this is cause I've been Pumpin' his brain Dogging 'em out cause in the South we smash And don't discriminate we sprayin' clips My house as big as cess pools without sayin' shit Eliminatin' the hatin' wid torturous behaviour And only, trustin' my cousins till the Lord come and save us [Chorus: repeat 2X] When ya down wid me (nigga!) If ya clown wid me (nigga!) Nothin' browns only green! Blow pounds with me (nigga!) You can ride wid me (nigga!) Do or die wid me (nigga!) Whatever town homie gleam! When you shine with me (nigga!) [Verse 2] Where I'm from a gang ah triggers get squeezed And a gang ah niggas'll bleed If you motherfuckas get to claimin' you Gs I'm flamin' you weenies like pussy wid a dangerous disease Like I'm a clamidia, from the city ah the, bangenest Gs And it burns like, concrete at a hundred degrees So fuck with me if you wan' be in monstrous beef Hamburger Hill my, scrambler serve and cheat And where I'm from pain is all ah nigga deserve and feel I bend savvy, niggas think five hundred got me paid Fantastic!, forty claibre burn ya like colli grade man drastic Shit'll get crackin' when I get gat and mask and clips And leave niggas dead in the street like mad caskets And I'ma keep creepin' for niggas grills (strike sicc say) And I'ma keep teachin' niggas to kill like Sensi I drink Hen straight and look for a jaw law to bend Misanthropy, raided and Dogg is like all men Y'all bein' bent under pressure like bad pipes So I leave ya lookin' like Tony Lopez after a bad fight Light it up, leave him holy wid no head shot him up Mop him up, and to be sure we know he dead chop him up [Chorus] [Verse 3] Where I'm from all my homies is shinin' You provoke the wrong loc ended up 'tacked broke lonely and grindin' Half you niggas ah get smacked wid gats infront ah ya folks And choked 'til I leave handprints on both sides ah ya throat Dime is blindin' y'all niggas like sunrays Gun rays, bustin, make your vision green like concussion Gun spray, wettin' niggas up like a sprinkler Have your heart flashin' on and off like a blinker Smashin' it up, opposite direction on the runway Rushin, in and outta traffin' causin' collisions that crash And the cops'll get blast wid no discretion Shootin' slugs in and outta asses like erections And take off like jets on the runway Shootin' thugs wid weapon out and givin' up confections To the graphics you gon' play, gun play Teachin' them niggas lessons like classes And we keep them niggas stressin' guessin' Wonderin' when we catch 'em [Chorus]