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02. Nasty Boys Gang
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Off of the double album "My Love Will Never Change Disc 2" by Ese 40'z.
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Chicano Rapper from Artesia, NM.
Well I've been rapping since I was 12 up to now. I love to make my own music and put it out there for people to hear. I mainly rap about the streets and my thoughts on life and how the world is now and also how it was in my past growing up in the streets and being involved in gang life. I do different styles of music from lyrical to gangsta rap to r&b type music. That is a little about me and my music and life.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #192
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Ese 40'z
Rights
2012
Uploaded
November 26, 2012
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MP3 5.7 MB • 160 kbps • 4:58
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More Info At www.hateproof.com
Lyrics
-Lyrics- "Nasty Boys Gang" "Yup Ese 40'z on this sh** ... Kicking down a track for all them homeboys out there keeping it "Nasty." Yall know what's up.. Check this sh** out.. Nastiness in the thirteenth degree..." "N-A-S-T-Y B-O-Y-S G-A-N-G" (Ese 40'z Verse One) I'm kickin nasty flows N.B.G. throwing up dat mothaf*** ing big one three rollin with the homies on the calles killa where the sh** pops off and the demons run free I'm "N-A-S-T-Y B-O-Y-S G-A-N-G" chillin with the rest of the homies on track gang related in the first degree comin loko we holdin drunk as f*** off our colon roll..rollin on the ex hit a hyna for some sex now it's six in the morning you want...want it I rip it I spit it live it I'm real on this hit it quit it I chill on this and my crew's psycho villawnis steady chasing the papa and gamble life like dice shaka we cookie crumble the cake up and throw the base on like make up this for my real muthaf*** as we bangin brangin the ruckus my south side slang on them suckas and make it rain in the luckless land that I be rolling through because it's my raza my crew and you know it's lots of us of us too just dr-drank a box the brew ay na f*** that you know resio don't try to go get necio less you wanna go press yo f*** in luck well then let's go (Chorus) "N-A-S-T-Y B-O-Y-S G-A-N-G" (Ese 40'z Verse Two) Second verse on it nasty while these juras roll past me wanna stop and harass me check my warrants and ask me am I gang related fool I said take a look at my face I be that south side psycho villain that you wanna come chase obey them laws no I don't and eva stop no it won't so f*** the cops when I'm thrown and hitting curbs in my zone I'm spitting gee sh** mothaf*** ing flames on the track wit bass dat beat on this rap like pullin triggers that clap when we applause through these streets and where the barrio is home and never pause to release up off on yo body it's chrome thirty eight, three-five-seven, foe-dee foe's how we have num two-four-oh grains that's burning when dey flash out the magnum thug life for that ass fool we reign from the slums speak barrio slang off tongues and rub cocaine on our gums this "Nasty Boys" mothaf*** a throwing up the one three I'm in this rap sh** too kill all yall fools gonna see (Chorus) "N-A-S-T-Y B-O-Y-S G-A-N-G" (Ese 40'z Verse Three) It be E-S-E 40'z chilling it with the homies Yelling out, "Where the h*** be!?" felon out drinking O-E we old school I told you sitting at the park drinking cold brew quartz in the hand of a 40 ounce drinker reading Busch on the label and it's so true I rep New Mexico tierra up in my land full of guerra a female dog be a perra so f*** a b*** panochera I roll with homies de Tejas madogg's up under my cejas ain't go no time for punk levas one's that actin like viejas and "Hate Proof" that be my motto I down a 40 ounce bottle and spit these rhymes fully auto serve dat salami like cotto to all these b*** es that's fiendin and all they wanting is semen but damn these tricks must be dreamin cuz I be spawning these demons my lil kids they give em hell though while I'm up in Elko N-V onto Reno baby mommas yellin hell no got my homies in Cali and up in the Pecos Valley hit up the barrio to rally on every calle and alley this for the homies Fabens I hope you hear what I'm saying off all these lyrics I'm fading and f*** them putos who hatin' (Chorus) "N-A-S-T-Y B-O-Y-S G-A-N-G"
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