Actors, talking like kidnappers, cradle rappers know that I'm a sick bastard
Don't even try it, get left with your mom crying, your funds frying, this a clash with a Titan
A desperado, Ima tough act to follow, crack a bottle, here today and I'm gone tomorrow
I'm from another planet, stubborn man with a rhyme mallet
This is just practice right before the malpractice, Im in your area peeping out the scenario
The jobs real simple, I'm just planning out you burial, I'm preconditioned
I'm the truth when I execute, spit a 16 and the code is absolute
What I'll never do, turn my back on my crew, loyal to the soil plus I bring it in the booth
Intense, write checks and I break necks, keep it so west and ride off in the Sunset
Strap, strapped, strapped down with 26 shooters, let me clear the rumors
Villin shoot straight leave your brain with a tumor, I'm an outlaw can't you tell
Rider apparel, all these other muthafukas like crabs in a barrel
Lil bitch ass, think fast, your lyrics is wack, watch me break em off with some
Lyrical combat, on contact react, leave your dome on splat, in the spot where he stood
Is where we buried him at, I've been composing myself and destined for fame
I still got niggas mad when they mention my name, they say Mackvillin ain't dropped
In six years, how the f*ck he expect to top what I did, easy, be careful what your mouth
Say or get your ass whopped like you were fighting a sensei, cause out here
We go hard for the old west, guns blazin' riding off in the Sunset
Giddy up count the feria, welcome to the CA corral, the west is wild check it
Carry twin 44 revolvers, the men that ride with me die with honor
Outlaws in modern life, rather have a million dollars than a model wife
Thats everyday living in the 619, I'm in a tub counting money while I'm sipping' wine
There's no denying, momma stopped cryin' she watched her cub turn into a street lion
Divide funds between my loved ones, liked a few hoes but never loved one
Check the stilo, got more albums that the Beatles, the record makes way for the needle
215 make it legal, we ain't out of blunts yet, blowing smoke riding off in a Sunset
Sunset Riders (feat. Mackvillin & Mr. Shadow) Video (MV)
Performed By: Nasty-O
Language: English
Length: 4:24
Written by: Jose Anguiano, Montereal Smith, Omar Ortega
Nasty-O - Sunset Riders (feat. Mackvillin & Mr. Shadow) Lyrics
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English
Actors, talking like kidnappers, cradle rappers know that I'm a sick bastard
Don't even try it, get left with your mom crying, your funds frying, this a clash with a Titan
A desperado, Ima tough act to follow, crack a bottle, here today and I'm gone tomorrow
I'm from another planet, stubborn man with a rhyme mallet
This is just practice right before the malpractice, Im in your area peeping out the scenario
The jobs real simple, I'm just planning out you burial, I'm preconditioned
I'm the truth when I execute, spit a 16 and the code is absolute
What I'll never do, turn my back on my crew, loyal to the soil plus I bring it in the booth
Intense, write checks and I break necks, keep it so west and ride off in the Sunset
Strap, strapped, strapped down with 26 shooters, let me clear the rumors
Villin shoot straight leave your brain with a tumor, I'm an outlaw can't you tell
Rider apparel, all these other muthafukas like crabs in a barrel
Lil bitch ass, think fast, your lyrics is wack, watch me break em off with some
Lyrical combat, on contact react, leave your dome on splat, in the spot where he stood
Is where we buried him at, I've been composing myself and destined for fame
I still got niggas mad when they mention my name, they say Mackvillin ain't dropped
In six years, how the f*ck he expect to top what I did, easy, be careful what your mouth
Say or get your ass whopped like you were fighting a sensei, cause out here
We go hard for the old west, guns blazin' riding off in the Sunset
Giddy up count the feria, welcome to the CA corral, the west is wild check it
Carry twin 44 revolvers, the men that ride with me die with honor
Outlaws in modern life, rather have a million dollars than a model wife
Thats everyday living in the 619, I'm in a tub counting money while I'm sipping' wine
There's no denying, momma stopped cryin' she watched her cub turn into a street lion
Divide funds between my loved ones, liked a few hoes but never loved one
Check the stilo, got more albums that the Beatles, the record makes way for the needle
215 make it legal, we ain't out of blunts yet, blowing smoke riding off in a Sunset
Don't even try it, get left with your mom crying, your funds frying, this a clash with a Titan
A desperado, Ima tough act to follow, crack a bottle, here today and I'm gone tomorrow
I'm from another planet, stubborn man with a rhyme mallet
This is just practice right before the malpractice, Im in your area peeping out the scenario
The jobs real simple, I'm just planning out you burial, I'm preconditioned
I'm the truth when I execute, spit a 16 and the code is absolute
What I'll never do, turn my back on my crew, loyal to the soil plus I bring it in the booth
Intense, write checks and I break necks, keep it so west and ride off in the Sunset
Strap, strapped, strapped down with 26 shooters, let me clear the rumors
Villin shoot straight leave your brain with a tumor, I'm an outlaw can't you tell
Rider apparel, all these other muthafukas like crabs in a barrel
Lil bitch ass, think fast, your lyrics is wack, watch me break em off with some
Lyrical combat, on contact react, leave your dome on splat, in the spot where he stood
Is where we buried him at, I've been composing myself and destined for fame
I still got niggas mad when they mention my name, they say Mackvillin ain't dropped
In six years, how the f*ck he expect to top what I did, easy, be careful what your mouth
Say or get your ass whopped like you were fighting a sensei, cause out here
We go hard for the old west, guns blazin' riding off in the Sunset
Giddy up count the feria, welcome to the CA corral, the west is wild check it
Carry twin 44 revolvers, the men that ride with me die with honor
Outlaws in modern life, rather have a million dollars than a model wife
Thats everyday living in the 619, I'm in a tub counting money while I'm sipping' wine
There's no denying, momma stopped cryin' she watched her cub turn into a street lion
Divide funds between my loved ones, liked a few hoes but never loved one
Check the stilo, got more albums that the Beatles, the record makes way for the needle
215 make it legal, we ain't out of blunts yet, blowing smoke riding off in a Sunset
Writer: Jose Anguiano, Montereal Smith, Omar Ortega
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