I Need A Cuete Lyrics - Singles - Lil Cuete

[Intro] 

that's right 

southside 

gangsta gangsta 

southside 

gangsta gangsta 

southside 

gangsta 

[Hook 1] 

In These times, of hate and pain 

i need a cuete, to get me through the day 

a .24, will do okay 

24 ways to put you in your grave 

[Verse 1] 

we strapped with mac daddy's, AK's, and hand guns 

turn around look around, we gangstas having fun 

stupid mother fuckers trying to play hit with a glock 

el dyablo made me do it, slap you with my glock 

throw your ass in the trunk, simon, we counting shots 

smoke your homie down the block, bumping room let him rock 

pick up another ho, let the trigger take it slow 

ima take the I-5 southside to mexico 

no witnesses to the crime, no evidence, we don't trip 

cuz they never found the bodies that we stack in your woods 

now we lookin for the bitches with the big o cheeks 

she's talkin about "i love him", these hos want my riches 

but you aint getting shit, you bitches better strip 

my whole clicka's in the back, and everyone of us is strapped 

we got extra beer, i'm hard as a pit 

i got a dollar for that ass so you better shake them tits 

[Hook 2] [x2] 

throw your barrio in the sky 

wave it to the left, wave it to the right 

i don't give a fuck 

i got my two nines, they don't give a fuck 

said "who's down to ride? who's down to bust?" 

[Hook 1] 

[Verse 2] 

now who the fuck wanna mess with this? 

get blessed with this 

nine mm mack 10 with a fully loaded clip 

strolling down the street, on my two feet 

looking for those putos who shot my homie strip 

i know where you kick it at, i know where you live 

what goes around, comes around, payback's a bitch 

thats how we do it, fuck my enemies 

fled the murder scene with my glock 17 

a mi me vale madre, southsi es mi vida 

saco el pinche cuete que te mata como SIDA 

me tocas de repente, se pasan de bolada 

somos notorious, fumando marijuana 

i don't know why you bitches trippin 

i got my two nines handing out stitches 

almost got sparked, as your imagination wishes 

i don't know why, southside is the deepest 

[Hook 2] [x2] 

[Hook 1] 

[Verse 3] 

twenty five aos for murdering mother fuckers 

bangin in my cell, mexicans got the power 

locked up in this house, killing one another 

fuck it, might as well, i'm a southside rider 

can't fuck with no ratas, punk ass chavala 

"this is for the raza," you ain't got no palabra 

this one goes out to all my homies doing lifetime 

for walk-bys, homocides, and all the fuckin drive-bys 

homie i'm a gangsta, killa from the southside 

keep it on the down low, put that on the double nine 

when you're left to play, the only way to die, high 

won't even hesitate, don't even let shit slide 

so when you come around, at the wrong place, at the wrong time 

you get blasted, take your ass down, with the body in the casket 

with no time to sign it, what, damn you got blasted 

what the hell? 

[Hook 2] [x4]