• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ya Ya - Luni Coleone
• Time Waits 4 No Man - Luni Coleone
• Thug Shit - Luni Coleone
• Seasoned Vetrenz - Luni Coleone
• Ready 4 War - Luni Coleone
• Hundred Spokes - Luni Coleone
• Family - Luni Coleone
• Dear Mama - Luni Coleone
• Been So Long - Luni Coleone
• All I Wanna Do - Luni Coleone
• All I Ever Wanted - Luni Coleone
• 24-7 - Luni Coleone
• Time For Murder - Luni Coleone

[Luni Coleone]
Now come on everybody lets get fucked up
Coleone in the party straight actin a nut
I hit prospect roads and my homeboy zoe
Club 69 duce keep drink real cold
Feel me I see Coleone the pimp
Cristal hell naw fuck watchin a bitch
I hit the dance floor bustin like my cousin on wu
Double teamin come heads trick I'm comin so coo
I need a double shot of hen mixed up with one
And if a bitch wanna drink pass her cris 6-1
Now I'm back on the flow with a cup in my hand
This buzz if foe real thugs
What it sound like, I'm sayin
[Hook]
Now come on everybody lets get fucked up
The whole room sayin we high as fuck
Ain't nobody on the ball y'all listen to me
Everybody in the party say yeay yeay
[Luni Coleone]
Its a house party ain't no scrappin and cappin
Strippers in this motherfucker as G's clappin
Got my nigga so high he forgot his name
But he keep a tight grip on his iced out chain
Everybody in this bitch gettin drunk tonight
Two hoes to one man and thats on my life
Eatin pussy ain't cool boy watch yaself
like Martin that's why I squash it with Madsen help
I let a bitch know downtown ain't for me
But I down a 5th of hen get off the hez
Coleone the gangsta wit his cup on full
At the party like yeay yeay ain't no bull
[Hook]
[Luni Coleone]
We gettin fucked up party harty non-stop
Hands raisin the roof nigga fuck the cops
We gonna keep shit crackin til night hit don
And I'm killin this 5th of hen like Jason wins his fawn
I drunk than a motherfucker me and Jay-Live
Ask my curly why I be drunk but live
Drunk drivin, drunk rhymin, drunk fuckin a bitch
Drunk nuttin, drunk cuttin, smashin off on a trick
I pop my colla like killers pop fake ass niggaz
Salt shakin on ya culley like my name ain't venom
Coleone a drunk is a drunk does

Uh (Uh)
What What What What....Uh
It's Luni Coleone [Repeat]
I let him know nigga
I break him off from the yay
It's Luni Coleone
I ain't out for the play
Time waits for no man and I preach that shit
Hear the poppin off at mouth
I'mma bust that lip
Mista hit him quick
Mista hit him quicker
On the down
Hop in like a gang or group house
Bout to scratch ho
Fuck a nigga
And that's my motto
On the rizzeal
If niggas try to flex I eat 'em up like oatmeal
And fuck a front row
In the streets that's a no-no
But if she got ass
I'mma take her like some no-dos
I use to bring beans now it's me on the table
Lookie here Mama now I got my own label
I'm 22 years old with a beer belly
Eyes fucked in the club by gone off the smelly
Been there but done did that niggas
Down with the dirt
Pull it out
Then shoot that nigga
Where it hurts
[Chorus:]
They says time waits for no man
So I got time to wait on no man
I'm dumpin with the gat in my hand
Track nasty on my nuts see the paper ???
I let him know it's Coleone on the fuckin gate
Creep on the patna let him have it with the .38
I tell u one more gen
Time waits for no man
So when I'm commin I'm dumpin
Bust him with the gat in my hand
I hit the gas like a motherfucking 3-way ???
Leanin bodies in the trunk
Straight cold ass fuck
I'm the nigga with the quickest trigger
Down to pull it
Dump a whole click if a nigga on some bullshit
It's West Coast
Straight entrepreneur
Lead a bitch to the bank like a fish lure
And if a motherfucker dump
I'mma bust him with a sawed-off
Hop on him like a rabbit
Dag-nabbit
I've been pissed off
Niggas got me fucked up
Like I'm soft
But I'm hockin up
Then that's when yo Grandpa call
Ain't no greater G than me
Fuck what you reppin
Niggas get caught without their motherfucking weapon
Disrespecting ass holes wanna be hard
But Oh No!
If he holler let him go
Fuck that
Fuck the ho
Chitty Chitty I bang blue
Punk nigga I thought you knew
Time waits for no man
So I'm commin at you like a fool
[Chorus]
I wish a nigga would run up
I'm quick to let him have it
On a lead pistola
In your ass young faggot
Used to have love
But now I'm out to kill people
Cross game
You'll be in more shit than a dung beetle
This California lifestyle livin (Is no joker)
I work rap and sell bomb yay (To all smokers)
Hell yeah I'm proud of the life I lead
Drink 40's till I throw up
And choke off weed
Ain't no nigga alive can put fear in this G
I'm a psycho
Like ??? boy put that on me
It's my time to shine
So I'm going for mine
Fuck me and my bitch
Boy this me and my .9
Out to rule the world nigga
So...uh...what you gone do?
It's my style bitch
And I'll change it if I want to
Whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag
Time waits for not a thang
Put yo G's on that
[Chorus]
Uh Uh Uh Uh...nigga
What What What What
Uh It's Luni Coleone
Uh Uh
What What What What
Motherfuckers

[Luni Coleone:]
They call me Luni Coleone down to dump on a snitch
Fuck em all nigga this west coast bitch
Down with ING nigga so im gang related
Spitting harcore shit fool I cant see faded
Im a Sacramento psycho (psycho)
Gone of the nitro (nitro)
Smash on a bitch then hit the ass when the lights go
Rolling down blowing ??? perved off yak
I do dirt then ski skirt when I bust my caps
I bet a nigga lay down when his shit get hit
Got his body smelling worse than some week old piss
Its I Coleone wrapping it up like egg rolls
Keep your bitch jocking on some 20's of Dayo
On the go making my louchi up off the llayo
Niggas never knew Shotgun would spit with Skandal
But its real shit we been folks since high school
Doggin bitches ditching class and passing the dank fool
[Chorus: x2]
Who wanna fuck with some of this thug shit
We got game to make your main bitch love dick
To all my enemies when killing me nigga bump this
Ill have my niggas on your ass like some draws trick
Thug shit
[Luni Coleone:]
We spit that thug shit everything is on a bitch
Hardcore living ghettofabulous on some real shit
Popping my collar we getting sideways
Banging gears big carpooling up on the highway
We kill em up mash on niggas like take a bone
I hit em up with the chopper once again its on
Now thug niggas raise them thangs up (thangs up)
And bust a cap up in the air if u dont give a fuck (give a fuck)
Grab your bitch by the neck and yell out slut (slut)
And tell your partna with his bitch ass he better duck
Thug living mafioso doing big things up off the heezi
Like your breezi at the mo cheezi with a dick up in her kizi thru
I thought you knew Coleone make the shit crack
Like beer cans off my boots when im tore back
Thug living death or prison is our motto
Thug shit Coleone spitting hard with Skandal
[Chorus x2]
[Skanless:]
Skandal be the realla the nigga the big figga
Hustle hard go get her tell that bitch I wanna meet her
Player till I die but killa when I ride
Strapped armed and daily its a struggle to survive
So I keep my mind on my paper and my head on straight
You could ask my folks who the Coleone fool its been that way
Since high school been the same fool
With the same tool with the same rule every bitch nigga must lose
Cuz ive paid dues and got my ranks from bringing bad news
To hoe ass niggas that be acting just like you
You brand new like young niggas smoking boo boo
Im old school like real niggas smoking green jewels
Bringing the pain none of that to no gain
Its like the mutherfucking sun without no goddamn rain
Skandal fuck the whole world high as a kite
Ask my peep Shotgun I bet we ride tonite
Come on

[Verse I: Daz]
Turn up the bass break out the Vegas break out the cigars
I'm lettin all be known so you know who I are
That M-I double G-D-Ato the Z is the shit
I'm a gangsta and I'm only for the presidents
This is for you and yours I'm in the house fo' sho'
I say "Fuck it" you ready for the motherfuckin war
The D-O Double O-G don't even try to say (say what)
When you come up to speak don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate dreamin of mansion
Make up the gang of shit that aggravates to hate me
So when you trippin and tryin to see (buck buck)
Or you be one of them niggaz dead in the streets
Cause what I say is what I do that but only if they new that
they be dead wrong they can't do that style that I'm doin (what's that)
they might ruin (oh shit) paddle em down to the bass and start doin
Y'all all rain deep if anything heat seeing what that nigga wanna be
Everybody know its down (say what) on a serious tip
Punk you can get a smack from this nigga I ain't no joke
[Verse II: Luni Coleone]
You niggaz betta get low its war time motherfucker
Its Luni Coleone I smash motherfucker
The life of a Westside rich nigga so leave that
Wake up with a can in my hand where the weed at?
These fake ass G's gettin tired of me
Cause I check em with no hesitation stay far from me
It's me and loud rude ohh I feel so evil
Drunk in the mo-mo sweatin hard off the E pill
Give me the mic nigga I'll show you how to rock shit
Shootin yo lights out like Houston Rockets
Diggidy Daz wuz up cause whats the dealy yo

[Luni Coleone:]
I'm out to make a mil nigga, so I'm ready for war, let's go
Hop in the low, let's jump
What the fuck you runnin' yo' mouth for?
It's Coleone bitch, I'm ready so what you gon' do?
I'm higher than your bedroom, 'bout to stick you like this tattoo
Make a move nigga, you opened them death threats
Better run and hide with your bitch, that'll see your best bet
I'm a psycho, aim for the head when the lead blow
One less nigga, one less stanky hoe
Now who can fuck with me?
The type of nigga that'll grab the gun and say you stuck with me
Got these niggaz up on the run, my bitch bust quickly
So spread out, I'm coming through - wit a pump
Mistakin' my size you best prepare for the funk
Cause I'm a hostile nigga, got my shit cocked
A false move might get yo' punk ass popped
It's Coleone and I'm ready for war
Tryin' to make these hoe cakes not breathe no more
[Chorus: x2]
I'm ready for war
Nigga hop out the lo, let's go
I'm ready for war
Nigga hop out the lo, let's go
I'm ready for war
Nigga hop out the lo, let's go
Roll down the window
Nigga, let the gat blow!
[Luni Coleone:]
Think you niggaz better back up, I ain't playin' no more
Murder, murder on my mind I'm 'bout to even the score
And it's mando - to catch a nigga slippin' with his pants down
Creep up from the back and peel his cap with about four rounds
I'm furious nigga, these curious niggaz get took
For the own right, greedy ass niggaz must die
I'm a sold-ier, poppin' the pist-al to get my mil
Bitch you want some huh? Oh, you crazy as hell
They call me Coleone, and I can ???? my ??????
But I'm ready for war, let's go
Out the window of a Lexo, wit a .4-4
These niggaz don't wanna see me
I'm thugged out, chasin' yo' ass wit a tec-eezie
We kill 'em up -
I flash about my cash, like Ted Capone
Young hogs creep to the ????
When the funk is on, you better watch yo' back
Doja soldiers quick to fold ya, and I'm on the attack
[Chorus:]
I'm ready for war
Nigga hop out the lo, let's go
I'm ready for war
Nigga hop out the lo, let's go
I'm ready for war
Nigga hop out the lo, let's go
Roll down the window

[CHORUS: Repeat] If you see me on a hundred spokes
It's just me and my homie's gettin blown away.
[Luni Coleone:]
Unh, well if u see me on the hundreds, it's me and my folks
Luni, Coleone, boy I ain't no joke
I'm at the touch of class kicken it, V.I.P.
Spittin game at your batch, Coleone got G's
By the buck loads, the young homey make scratch
Ridin luxury cars, fool you can't touch that
Puffin OG on the highway, doin it my way
Do dirt and get released, like my name was O.J.
All day, we roll around gettin high
If you feel me young punk, throw your smoke in the sky
I'm a real rapper, with some thug mentality
Nina ross so my boss, don't run up on me
They call me shotgun, and my game remain high
Rollin down the strip, gettin lip from yo eye
It's Luni Coleone, you best ask about me
My barber June-Nitty and my folks J.T.
[CHORUS]
[Preschool:]
Baby girl, look here,yo boo, what's ur name?
Whisper in your ear to show you, some more game
What's your thang, for me, to get close to you
Oh, got a man? Happy? Well this is what your supposed to do
I'm tell you girl, tryna share yo world, like Mary J
Ask me late night sure-lay, I'm sure your down to play, anyway
Your my little seee-cret
And that's the way we keep it, when we creepin, creepin.
Your bout the flyest thing among us, no wonder it's summer,
Slide me your number, keep it on the under, in front of
Yah man, goddamn, wanna take my stand, grab my hand
In the fork white sand, in a beautiful land, cause I can
If I had it my way, we'd be creepin
Together sleepin, out for weekends, for real yo nigga know you cheatin
Late night freakin, Missy he see's you, when your peakin
Cause you lovin the way a brother treatin, beamin, damn.
[CHORUS]
[Luni Coleone:]
Unh, damn preschool, let's get this cash young homey
I'm down to ride, do or die, yeah it's Coleoney
[Preschool:]
Yes, and liscous lucious, busta's can't touch us
Me and lunasicc lovely, facin the world was my mustly
[Luni Coleone:]
Dusta busta quick, we remain top dogs
On some hundreds, gettin blunted, we some LG hogs
[Preschool:]
Laced with pornofacation, facin, incarceration
Shakin undercover Haitians, in the Touch Of Class blazin
[Luni Coleone:]
Yeah we makin cash, while you hatin, real fast
Gettin buck, in the dust, foot all on the gas
[Preschool:]
All on the gas? I guess i'm on the gas too
Just me and you, thinkin bout the things to do, after two
[Luni Coleone:]
Unh, boy it's all good, California, east fool
National Gaurds like Killer Tay, regulatin the goods
[Preschool:]
My only problem, is me baby mama
Scent of attraction, baby been askin, have some straight drama

[X-Raided:]
We laughin' at you niggas
Cuz half of you niggas is bitches
We blastin' at you niggas
Cuz half of you niggas is snitches
We reptiles and you niggas is rodents
We after you niggas get hit with projectiles
Who fought a thousand bullets
Our triggers are stolen like SoundScans
We know what city niggas money in
We pound fans, come to town and clown
Man, we know what city niggas money in
I'm a bad man with sickle cell, it's
Coleone and X-Raided
Tryin' to scam man, that shit gone fail, it's gonna be on for the exclaimated
I mean well, Lunasicc cuz
Why these niggas tryin' to mean mugg?
It's a bitch if you don't realize that this music shit will never come between us
We family muthafucka! What you expectin' us to do?
Think you could handle me muthafucka? Til' this Tec bust at you?
[edited out] suck a fat dick, as you gotta understand and testify
[edited out] is a fat bitch, better understand and recognize
When my niggas see you, they gonna grab the gats, walk, and spray you all
When it come down to my family nigga, fuck platinum, that ain't it at all
[Chorus x2: Lunasicc]
Who wanna fuck with me and my family?
Tight hoes and tight clothes, can't be mad at me
Bitch niggas out in the streets suckin' dildos
My Relli, we stompin' hard in them steel toes
[Lunasicc:]
Nigga it's fam bam, recognize, this real shit
Family over hoes, and family over scrill bitch
Hotter than cleavage on my Dear Old Aunt Rosey
Throw up the middle finger on niggas that owe me
It's Coleone, I'm a G, hang with me
From Chicago to Sac, nigga bang with me
I fuck with niggas who don't have no love for a snitch
Screamin' out at the party "No Love For A Bitch!"
I'ma psycho, I flow, like currents in the River
Ride strapped with gats, no size, no shivers
It's Coleone, me and my family, we do things
And spill any niggas brains over my change
[Chorus]
[Lunasicc:]
Me and my family ridin' on 'em Dogg
Like X-locc, I'm a young muthafuckin' Hogg
They say I'm crazy like a fox, nigga watch this
I'm on stage tellin' my fans that you suck dick
You wanna come between my family, hope you take a check
That's what I'm gone do
So nigga best respect
It's Coleone boy! Nobody gone take my manhood
Cuz do or die niggas like me, grow in every hood
And that's the real though, these hoe niggas suckin' on dildos
Holdin' on tight to some shit niggas'll kill for
Best respect the game, all that it's worth

[Verse 1:]
Ugh Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
everywhere I go niggaz actin shady and crazy
got my back against the wall but I did not fall
'cuz these niggaz get on ya if you ain't got balls
But I can't play the hard road I gotta stick to the strip and count my pesos
you always told me that my daddy wasnt ever shit
he put his hands on ya plus he always yellin BITCH
and thats the reason why I hate his ass 'till this day
didn't grow no love for him 'till the 10th grade
I gotta tell ya that you did a good fuckin' job
and 'till this very day I really ain't got no prob
[Chorus:]
Dear Mama Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got Love for ya if ya still that Crazy
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got love for ya if ya still that crazy
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got Love for ya if ya still that crazy
[Verse 2:]
Yeah mama I done growed up
and got that attitude like I don't give a fuck
they call me lunasicc but names ain't a dam thang
I give it all up for you fuck this rap game
I know you made a bad decision when you smoked dope
but I bet I did some shit that you don't know
so bear wit me when I cuss you out some day
I gotta leave cuz my pride won't let me stay
Fuck a bitch that's a lesson that was taught well
Dont fuck wit 'em if the hoe ain't got mail
that's why I love you and I try ta tell you everyday
I'm your son and I take your love anyway
[Chorus:]
Dear Mama Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got Love for ya if ya still that Crazy
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got love for ya if ya still that crazy
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got Love for ya if ya still that crazy
[Verse 3:]
Dear Mama, your little boy growed up cool
even though I didnt graduate from Bank High School
I had to run wit O.G.'s thinkin' just like me
Ain't nothin but the D Game and endless Ki's
Sleepin in and out of motels stackin my mail
wasnt worried bout the letters I recieve in jail
I give thanks mama, To all of lifes trauma
I had to let you know Coleone love mama
Daddy gave me female game that remains real cool
But Mama gave me coochie game that I use as a tool
Ya I love you baby ain't a thang gone change that
I feel like J Kat girl we makin some scratch
[Chorus:]
Dear Mama Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got Love for ya if ya still that Crazy
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got love for ya if ya still that crazy
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby
But I got Love for ya if ya still that crazy

[lunasicc]
I remember back in the days we used to live so right
not word about a thang just ridin my bike
clicked up with the homies at the school house ballin
after dark I hear my teacher at the front door callin
I aint leavin til I hit this J sittin in my mouth
walkin home hella high passed out on the couch
those were the dayz dead now things did change
takin dibs and yellin out young thugs names
tappin phones tappin homes best watch yo back
get gd up in your life stop worshipin scratch
leave the dope game alone and find your way back home
give love to the thugs that are passed and gone
[chorus]
been so long I miss my homies
been so long I really miss my homies
we keep eachother strong they never left me lonely
been so long I really miss my homies
[killa tay]
there are so many homies to this game
but will it change got me goinin the same livin the range ????? the brain
feelin the pain
wonderin if ill ever see my G's again
dependin on god to GLD when I need a friend
resistin to take been on my own since my childhood
pourin out some hennesse of memory of enale wood
prayin for peace but still these streets gettin worse
we livin revalation so I'm headed back to church
ajusted my mind remainded ricuse raisin my sons
officially made no more stressin we infested in funds
im still thuggin money cant change me
still free until I'm six feet deep I rest in piece
[chorus]
[marvaless]
rememberin some times
about the old school days
when we was rippin verses
strictly for the love of the game
talent shows were the thang
and all the sessions were packed
you had to raise out the stop if you were weak on the rap
put the beat box in the back movin the crowd was the thing
servin them all with the dream
no matter how bad it seemed
kept our eyes on the prize
always strivin for more
raise up in the ghetto
fast times strugglin, bubblin and losin
half way we be choosin
missin all my homies restin six feet
always keep your name in the streets
make sure they know how we did it
until we meet on the other side
ride fo the cause and blaze one for you
til we meet again stya up and tru

[Chorus:]
I thought you knew that I'm a gangsta bitch, fall, fallin in love
Let's just keep it on the unda trick, all I wanna do is fuck
[Female Moaning]
[Chorus:]
I thought you knew that I'm a gangsta bitch, fall, fallin in love
Let's just keep it on the unda trick, all I wanna do is fuck
[Luni Coleone:]
Bitch I, though you knew that I'm a gangsta ho,
Luni, Coleone I take that money fo sho
Catch a bitch that a bust ??? and spit some game real tough
She was fine as a motherfuck and she's on my nuts
So I, pimped the ho like a gambler at a dice game
I'm Coleone, thug bitch said "I know yo name"
So now it's on, chop it up on the mobile phone
So buckle and sit tight I'm coming to get this on
She saw the blingin chain now I'm all in the Range
Bust a nut on her tummy, to her ???
Bitch screamin out, "Young Cole don't kill me"
I'm in that ass dig deep homie feel me
[Chorus]
[Female Moaning]
[Chorus]
[Luni Coleone:]
I though you knew nigga, Coleone love pimpin
Neva trust a ho always down for some mo'
I, Bet a bitch break down fuckin' with me
Take her car keys, her house keys, plus a hundred dollar bank fee
I, Pimp hoes all the time, bust that rhyme
Bust nuts on ho's teefus put my dick on her cleavage
Ain't no simpin nigga, me and my homies love mackin'
Bodies on my ??? I'm out to prove ???
Niggas cry wolf when they bitch get took
Retaliate with guns when I spread the fun
Kill the shit from the back like an O.G. punk
Yo bitch know I'm a G so she ready to fuck cuz…
[Chorus]
[Female Moaning]
[Chorus]
[Luni Coleone:]
I'm at the party y'all, and once again it's on
I'm Luni Coleone, and my game real strong
Make a bitch suck dick that never gave up yock
I'm terrible, she's terrible, ridin' my jock
You'll be surprised how many eyes watch the dope fiend
Hoes love me, I go in the club and ??? that ugly
I thought that you knew that I'm a gangsta trick
Coleone is so savage making cabbage off a bitch
Ain't no simpin partna, we wreaks havoc on a batch
Other niggas lick yo back or I'm fuckin for the scratch
I'm a real nigga, and that's what real niggas do
Just call me, Blocc Walccer, and it's right when I screw
[Chorus]

[First Verse:]
I see some stankin' booty hoes y'all, in the mall
They all on my nuts, boy I'm tryin' to get 'em all
Where my "Bitch-Be-Gone" spray?
Fresh off the Blocc I'm tryin' to scoot and go that-a-way
Hello! It's comedy, these hoes love fuckin' G
I take a fat swig of that gin and give that ass a breeze
Where all my mackin' ass nig-a-roes?
Who never gave a fuck about a trap or a hoe?
Fa sho my nigga!
We keep it crackin' like bats in the all-black jags
Two times for my nigga!
And it stay like that!
We twenty deep boy! Bringin' on the calvary!
In the club, givin' them girls all they salary
[Chorus:]
All I ever wanted to do!
Is fuck hoes and keep fresh clothes
Hang with my folks and drink brew, I said
All I ever wanted to do!
Is keep a nine by my waist side
Stay paid, and live the good life
[x2]
[Second Verse:]
It's Coleone, nigga have no fears
All up in your bitch like a Doctor doin' a pap smear
I came to tell ya one thing young nigga!
Bangin' a bitch, won't make your manhood bigger
Rockin' this gold chain, fuck a diamond pinky ring!
Talkin' that shit in the club, but your punk ass still came
It's Coleone, bitch I thought you knew?
Like every other muthafucka in my crew
I'm pimpin' purses out hookers and still make my change
Niggas want to get blessed in a real bad way
Cut this fuckers grip, real L-I fe
Coleone, a mack savage on a H-O-E
[Chorus]
[Third Verse:]
You want me to wise up? Coleone a player
Nikes and Levis, never sport gators
Make a hoe, my [???] that's me!
Shake 'em like my dick after I pee
Got it goin' on y'all, in the club with dubs
If you ballin' about your mail, throw your set on up
Nothin' but hoes on my dick, got 'em poppin' like porn
See a bitch up in the streets
*BEEP* *BEEP* That's my horn
I'ma macaframa gurgitatin' game so tough
Keep a plug up on my steering wheel cuz hoes do fuck
I wanted to get it, now I got it, livin' life carefree
So when they scream Coleone, you know that's me

[verse 1]
you know the name nigga coleone straight g'd up
any nigga that make a move is subject to get beat up
its a well know fact real niggas we keep it quite
no snitchin no braggin pants saggin startin a riot
we got it crackin like egg shells
no jails my niggas post bail
smoked out drunk beatin pussy up at the motel
we on one no one want to fuck with my thugs
game tight we thuggish aint no mothafuckin love
these niggas kill the bullshit aint nothin
mad as fuck gat bustin at the whole crowd cussin
on the real though coleone stompin in his steal toes
puttin it down givin up the west for these wierdos
[chorus]
I'm on a mission 24-7 husltin
I make sure to wear my death row vest
niggas on the street flashin makes a bloody mess
I'm shakin off my sweat
your on a thin line ya fuckin with a vet
I dont recommend that you put to the test
I'm on this paper quest.............gangstas
[verse 2]
I got to get mine thats for show big cheese
coleone the savage break um down to their knees
kill kill murder murder havent you ever heard a coleone hopin out the trunk
with a ?? wettin your shirt
I got to keep it real they makin false acuvations
tryin to stop what I do thinkin pre-meditation
I'm a cold ass nigga put you on your dome ass nigga
south side Sacramento gives a fuck ass nigga
shit im on one when im fuckin a bitch I use trojans
stay tru to the game cus im out to make a million
if they ask tell them coleone took the scrillion
same address same number with hella weed man
[chorus]
[verse 3]
no retreat no surrender we ready to mash
coleone the gangsta with the glock and a stash
I'm in a warzone everywhere I stare death lookin
but I keep on pushin hopin my sins get tookin
I'm a real ass nigga dont test
I might blow ya mothafuckin chest out with this chrome 44
aint no punk in my niggas when its time to ride
adrenaline pumpin dumpin at the top of my ride
aint no actors we pull up in your town califactors
ridin somethin cleaner than the presidents mattress
straight thugs poppin my collas open the glove
representin like nigga I dont give a mothafuck

Uh (Uh)
What What What What... Uh
It's Luni Coleone [Repeat]
I let him know nigga
I break him off from the yay
It's Luni Coleone
I ain't out for the play
Time waits for no man and I preach that shit
Hear the poppin off at mouth
I'mma bust that lip
Mista hit him quick
Mista hit him quicker
On the down
Hop in like a gang or group house
Bout to scratch ho
Fuck a nigga
And that's my motto
On the rizzeal
If niggas try to flex I eat 'em up like oatmeal
And fuck a front row
In the streets that's a no-no
But if she got ass
I'mma take her like some no-dos
I use to bring beans now it's me on the table
Lookie here Mama now I got my own label
I'm 22 years old with a beer belly
Eyes fucked in the club by gone off the smelly
Been there but done did that niggas
Down with the dirt
Pull it out
Then shoot that nigga
Where it hurts
[Chorus:]
They says time waits for no man
So I got time to wait on no man
I'm dumpin with the gat in my hand
Track nasty on my nuts see the paper ?
I let him know it's Coleone on the fuckin gate
Creep on the patna let him have it with the .38
I tell u one more gen
Time waits for no man
So when I'm commin I'm dumpin
Bust him with the gat in my hand
I hit the gas like a motherfucking 3-way ?
Leanin bodies in the trunk
Straight cold ass fuck
I'm the nigga with the quickest trigger
Down to pull it
Dump a whole click if a nigga on some bullshit
It's West Coast
Straight entrepreneur
Lead a bitch to the bank like a fish lure
And if a motherfucker dump
I'mma bust him with a sawed-off
Hop on him like a rabbit
Dag-nabbit
I've been pissed off
Niggas got me fucked up
Like I'm soft
But I'm hockin up
Then that's when yo Grandpa call
Ain't no greater G than me
Fuck what you reppin
Niggas get caught without their motherfucking weapon
Disrespecting ass holes wanna be hard
But Oh No!
If he holler let him go
Fuck that
Fuck the ho
Chitty Chitty I bang blue
Punk nigga I thought you knew
Time waits for no man
So I'm commin at you like a fool
[Chorus]
I wish a nigga would run up
I'm quick to let him have it
On a lead pistola
In your ass young faggot
Used to have love
But now I'm out to kill people
Cross game
You'll be in more shit than a dung beetle
This California lifestyle livin (Is no joker)
I work rap and sell bomb yay (To all smokers)
Hell yeah I'm proud of the life I lead
Drink 40's till I throw up
And choke off weed
Ain't no nigga alive can put fear in this G
I'm a psycho
Like ? boy put that on me
It's my time to shine
So I'm going for mine
Fuck me and my bitch
Boy this me and my .9
Out to rule the world nigga
So... uh... what you gone do?
It's my style bitch
And I'll change it if I want to
Whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag
Time waits for not a thang
Put yo G's on that
[Chorus]
Uh Uh Uh Uh... nigga
What What What What
Uh It's Luni Coleone
Uh Uh
What What What What
Motherfuckers