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El Santo De Gangster - Volume II

by Big Smoke, lil Skeez, DEW, Sno Bunni

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1.
Eat Dat Question 03:59
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Yo bro Yo what did you put in this? Dude I'm not feelin' I'm not feelin' too good Oh shit Fuck Hello? Can you hear me? Yeah Who are you? I'm really kind of I'm your inner conscious Speakin' from the Aye-Team Yeah, oh oh oh oh oh El Santo De Gangsta Volume II We got a lotta shit to say Muthafucka If yo the Jedi of pussy Then I'm Darth Vader Tearin' up the galaxy With my big ass lightsaber If you're a Class traitor A fuckin' instigator Yo momma so fat That she need a elevator Ima gladiator Infiltrator Comin' in hot Like a quantum radiator Cause I'm Big Smoke I'm the best at my game And you bitch ass niggas Think you could beat me So Sit the fuck down Lil' man All the bitches you slept with I could count on 1 hand Whole new level Which you could not reach So open up yo ears Cause I'm hear to teach Boy you want a schoolin' Well here's an analogy You look like Lord Farquaad And rap like a donkey Fuck you And yo whole crew Big Smoke is in the house Here to show you what to do Fuck you Fuck yo whole crew And yo hoes are stanky From they head to they toes And yo welcome For the inspiration Cause it seems you've gotten betta At rappin' since we moved in Bitch now you know What real work ethic looks like Talkin' everyday In the shed on the mic You think yo talented Well get back to reality The only talent that I see Is jerkin' off on Call of Duty While yo girl Is lookin' at her phone Talkin' to some guy she'd ratha bone Makes you feel some kinda envy When yo gettin' none And Mike is gettin' fuckin' plenty Fuck you Fuck yo whole crew And yo hoes are stanky From they head to they toes If this shit is hittin' home Then yo smarter then we thought Cause it's us incognito Try and prove that it's not Cause all the rappers can't be like we Can't see like we All you haters out there Wanna be like we It's the snapback Safe crack Wack ass 2 step Muthafuckin' flip phone Fuck you And yo whole crew Big Smoke is in the house Here to show you what to do Fuck you Fuck yo whole crew And yo hoes are stanky From they head to they toes Oh man This is fucked up Fucked up Fuckin' fucked up
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Supa Smacked 02:45
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We gunna get supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked Supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked Supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked First you crush it up Then you pick your method Bong Doobie Or helium fluorescent Then you make sure that You got the flame Always bringin' fire So step up ya game If you pick doobie then You're in for a treat Cause there's plenty of options So we turnin' up the heat Backwoods for alone time Dutches for the crew Ziggy's on the rush And juicy's takin' poos Now always make sure That you have enough Cause my friend's comin' back sayin' That's good stuff I suggest a zip And a 1/2 a pound too But if you're Big Smoke You bring a muthafuckin' zoo Sing it Dougie Fresh What we gonna do? Sing it Dougie Fresh What we gonna do? We gunna get supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked Supa smacked Smokin' on that grass like I'm from outer space High off my ass from an LSD lace If you pick bong You betta carry on If you're caught off guard You'll be tappin' out young And if you wanna go And take the next step You should try dabs that are Hard to get I suggest a gram Or a whole case But if you're Big Smoke You bring a big safe Sing it Dougie Fresh What we gonna do? Sing it Dougie Fresh What we gonna do? We gunna get supa smacked We gunna get supa smacked Supa smacked (In this bitch)
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People In the 212 01:25
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Alright yo yo Big Smoke Wassup homies We about to get out here What's crackin' Check it check it check it 1,2 Ight 212 Here we go To all my niggas in the 212 My niggas are the best ever heard or seen For all the people in the 212 My niggas are the best ever heard or seen We got Dew livin' in with the junkyard boys And Skeez in the back rollin' up 2 more Singing I wanna fuck some bitches Nobody betta fuck with me Yeah wassup you better try it son Big Smoke Know it You betta try it homie Fuck outta here Wassup wassup I got the Aye-team shootin' up trees My brothas in Chicago holdin' down for me Bitch you thought these lines were free This is a business Where's my fuckin' money? We got bouncers in the front Bitches in the back This is our party So we know we're gettin' smacked Cause I wanna fuck some bitches Nobody betta fuck with me Yeah that's right Don't fuck with me son You betta try it New York, New York That's where we eat Lower East Side Wassup Let's get it Harlem with my bois Ight Queens, Brooklyn Das where it's at Ight son Let's get it bro Fuck outta here Big Smoke time
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Moda Natecha 01:46
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Can you hear the cries Of mother nature? Their selfish lies Have blinded you Cant you see the signs there In front of your eyes That you refuse to see? How do you mock the mother? Hear her last sighs You see the scorch marks And laugh as she dies How do you mock your own mother too? Did you forget all she gave you? Built the world for you I'm tired of the killing I can't keep letting this go I just can't bear it anymore I can't do a day without another 1 I can't sleep at night I lie awake and cry Hope to water their life Blue tears turn red when fire starts And the beast awakens Father wolf inside morning raging Will destroy everyone Every coward who rapes and kills You know You know he would
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Jeff Davis 02:15
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We were brothas in arms I brought the gunpowder You brought the charm Neva dreamed of having anyone Outside my right arm Yeah here we are The fight's on Now you sleep with all yo lights on Neva wanted to hurt chu Neva thought that one day I'd have to change and desert chu But you can't repay what chu stole from me And I don't forgive and forget So muthafucka easy You know Smoke's got mad bitches You know know Smoke's got bad bitches You know I get em like you neva had bitches But I still give love to my Indian brothas You know Smoke's got mad bitches You know know Big Smoke's got bad bitches You know I get em like you neva had bitches But I still give love to my Indian brothas You know I got a Glock in my 'rari And I'll fuck you up Worse than a safari Fuck you bitch I'll leave you in the sticks In a shallow grave with stab wounds And fuckin' contusions n' shit You watch me fuck yo bitch And you know she love that shit She watch me murk yo sorry ass And give me brain while I hit the gas My cousins n' sistas n' brothas They all carry muthafucka And you betta know they'll be there for me Meanwhile yo style Family ties All fake, torn apart Hate each other Tellin' lies That's the weakest shit I mean yo own sista man Rats you out After I hit it in the van Now you know I neva liked To have to murda a bitch You know bang em and bend em It's as cliché as it gets But we also know nobody likes a family snitch So don't blame me if she's ass up Face down in the ditch Uh huh uh huh Yeah yeah yeah Big Smoke Uh huh Greatest rapper in the world Uh yeah You know Smoke's got mad bitches You know know Big Smoke's got bad bitches You know I get em like you neva had bitches But I still give love to all my mothafuckin' brothas
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Nasty Pig 03:31
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Ghost in my mind Wish I could leave that shit behind All they screams and they cries Followin' me like a night stalker My motha and fatha Are always askin' me why? Why do I live this life? Why do I pay this price? And being honest I can't look my own momma in the eyes Swear she raised my right But these streets are mean as hell When Fatha D looked at me He said put yo weapons down This city's full of evil And he told me that he got me And he told me Jesus loved me And that stuck with me The fathas words in my head Swirlin' Like a fuckin' whirlpool If Jesus always with me Why'd he let those gangstas Kidnap Chrissy? I think if Jesus ain't helpin' you A Glock 9mm will have to do And always keep a tight crew Don't give no 2nd chances The strongest 1 advances We are our own Gods We bow to no odds (Where's Chrissy?) We are our own Gods (What, who?) We bow to no odds 5'6 150 pounds Brown eyes Light brown hair Chrissy Where is she? Fuck you (Ah, my leg) Next one is to ya head (Alright man I swear she's in New York bro) (She's in New York) (I swear to God bro) (Oh God man no c'mon don't fuckin' do this) Alright thank you
7.
Donovan 02:34
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Killin' em Comin' in the middle of a sentence I don't give a fuck I just do it how I end it Taps to my racks And I throw on the job L.A. to New York It's the Big Smoke time Rat a tat a tat On my Puerto Rican drum Beats so fast Gunna make ya dumb Livin' on my wave My genius is to grow Treasure chest again Right thru yo radio And to all the copycats out there It's the flattery Thinkin' you could be like me Is dichotomy Livin' the Big Smoke life Is the glamoury Champagne at hotels comes with The salary My 2 blunt net niggas Just fo' collateral Cause I don't wanna get there And my vibe is broke Livin' in the deep with the beats is the best Homie Dew Skeez And Dougie Fresh Livin' in the deep With some bumblin' bimbos Lesbian zebras And magical willows Bringin' you back from Death necronomicon Livin' up to new heights Is the vibe we're on My lyrical genius Is quite exponential Colors and forms Right out of the bedroom Self taught prodigy Just like Chris Langan Pendulum swings forward And a back again And a back again I'm like Superman Flyin' so high in metropolis My super sonic power Is just so ridiculous Future to the rappin' game Call me anomaly Cause it's just so easy for me Ya see I bring rhythm and lyrics For days n' months I'm Attila the Hun I'm on the hunt Constantly explorin' for New rhythmic combinations Leave it on yo door With no hesitations So if these niggas cymbal and roll With us It's the goal fo' us Cause the puff puff pass Is the soul fo' us And if ya smoke 2 blunts Then smoke 2 mo' Nigga D.P. breath Get yo asses on the floor Alright I got a question for y'all (What is it Smoke?) (Ask away) 1,2,3,4 How many licks does it take To make a bitch hot? (Not many) Just 1 if ya lick the right spot And how many blunts does it take To get yo ass smacked? (Not many) Just 1 cause I brings the hash And how many drinks does it take To get yo ass on the floor? None Cause these beats are like no other (Oh shit) Yeah Big Smoke Lil' Skeez Dougie Fresh Razor sharp
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Hippie Hippie Moo Moo 02:56
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Yo shout out to Mein China They got a good ass General Tso Ladies get yo asses on the dance floor (Thank you come again) Hippie hippie moo moo Hippie hippie moo moo (Move your body) (Mikey) (Look out faggot) (I just need to take a shit) (You speak like a poet) (And you punch like one too) (Allahu Akbar) (I just need to take a shit) (Wake up bitch) (Ooo would you like me to park your car?) (Mikey) (Fuck you) (Break it down) (Shake your body) (70 for a dime is a fucking deal) (I'll be back at 4 to pick it up) (Shake your body) (Wake up bitch) (Mwah mwah) (Game's always broken when you're losing) (Game's great when you're winning) (Yeah what do you think of me now?) (Mwah mwah) (Don't beat me master) (Don't beat this tired ol' body) (No) (Always comes to the number 9) (Spongebob) Hippie hippie moo moo Hippie hippie moo moo (It's a biggie) (Mwah mwah) (Moo moo) (Well at least I didn't get robbed) (And what can I do for you 4 fine black gentlemen today?) (Spongebob) Alright ladies 2 for 1 special at O'Brien's Ladies night (Fuck you) (Oh my god stop cheating me man) Hippie hippie moo moo Hippie hippie moo moo (Always comes to the number 9) (Fuck you) (Peterson do you have any comments on the Nazi presentation?) (Communism is the movement of the working class) (Yeah what do you think of me now?) (Mikey) (Fuck you) (Spongebob) Yeah what do you think of me now? Mwah mwah (Mikey) (Spongebob) (Always comes to the number 9) (Yeah what do you think of me now?) (Fuck you) (Allahu Akbar) (Look out faggot) Moo moo Hippie hippie moo moo

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released February 23, 2021

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