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Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Itunes: Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Amazon: Artist: Ese Forties Song: Nasty Boys Gang Album: My Love Will Never Change Year: 2012 -Lyrics- “Nasty Boys Gang“ “Yup Ese 40'z on this shit... Kicking down a track for all them homeboys out there keeping it “Nasty.“ Yall know what's up.. Check this shit 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 . throwing up dat mothafucking big one three rollin with the homies on the calles killa where the shit 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 fuck off our colon on the ex hit a hyna for some sex now it's six in the morning you 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 muthafuckas 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 fuck that you know resio don't try to go get necio less you wanna go press yo fuckin 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 fuck the cops when I'm thrown and hitting curbs in my zone I'm spitting gee shit mothafucking 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“ mothafucka throwing up the one three I'm in this rap shit 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 hoes 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 fuck a bitch 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 bitches 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 fuck them putos who hatin' (Chorus) “N-A-S-T-Y B-O-Y-S G-A-N-G“
