out the gate by Da Bossup guerrilla

out the gate you haters know I'm coming out hard from a trapper to olskool candy painted cars all day my name hold weight as a big dawg label and stamped as da ghetto hood guerrilla super star Da Boss way I'm I10 bound in the south west a true Louisiana child like pimps c never trust a bigbutt and a smile who truely fit that profile I stay woke one these clowns with the AK blowing they asses I mean completely out the way and let da Tommy spray droppem and moppem like smoking bomb bay bomb bay don't play in the war village I ye full of gators and sharks that's out for blood any given day they get out the mud no friendly shit ain't no love learn the hard way and get touched up bussed up and zipped up