[Verse 1: Toker]
I had to bounce back
Ese the game needs me
Motherf**ers nowadays forgot all about the G sh**
f** that
I gotta bring it back homie
Gotta put us on the map like before G
I took a long vacation thinking everything was cool
But the homie Snoop called and said (Ese we need you)
You gotta bounce back
And let these fools know what's up
You gotta bring that G sh** back to the block
You know what he was like
We got levas f**ing up the game
sh**s f**ed up now, sh** ain't the same
I gotta bring it back, for the homies in the hood
In Tokes they trust like I knew they would
I still got the same stilo, still do the same sh**
Till the casket Drops ese is the day I quit
I Throw it up none stop. I don't give a f**
I represent my homies, I represent my block
[Chorus: Klever]
Hell yeah ese, let'em know what's up
Bring it back to the block so we can kick it non stop
Bring it back to the good ol' days like before
Bring it back when motherf**ers used to dress hardcore
f** these fake a** punk motherf**ers
Let a G be a G, and a s**a be a s**a
Keep it real Ese , if not shut the f** up
Before you catch some led out my 9 mill Glock
[Verse 2: Toker]
Ese Snoop Gracias for pulling me back
I gotta run around town putting fools on check
They gotta get it right, If they wanna represent
So por favor shut the f** up If you fools can
Let the real deal handle his biz with the steel
And I promise to be good ese, I promise not to k**
The game is f**ed up, so let's get it right
We can do it however , Meet my left and my right
I'm with it. hell yeah Motherf**ers know what's up
We can chunck'em or whatever
We can make'em go pop-pop
That's how I roll ese That's what I do
I got homies down with it, Puro Eastside fools
Down to the fullest loco down for whatever
From the homies on 28th ST,To my little bro Klever
Throw it up homie,Yeah we don't give a f**
You wanna test the waters, ese yeah good luck
[Chorus: Klever 1]
Hell yeah ese, let'em know what's up
Bring it back to the block so we can kick it non stop
Bring it back to the good ol' days like before
Bring it back when motherf**ers used to dress hardcore
f** these fake a** punk motherf**ers
Let a G be a G, and a s**a be a s**a
Keep it real Ese , if not shut the f** up
Before you catch some led out my 9 mill Glock
[Verse 3: Toker]
I'm not saying I'm the baddest Motherf**er around
But keep it real, If you wanna represent the brown
Keep it G for the homies in the streets or in the thing
Keep it G for all the homies doing time in the pin
Trust me ese your number will come up
And Imma be the first one to call you a f**ing bluff
I can name, names but f** giving you fame
You know and I know you're a f**ing lame
You wanna go against me Ese just let me know
So I can tell you where I been and how I ran the show
I know real G's,real pintos, real pelones
If you know who they were, you'll sh** your calzones.(Haha)
Let's just leave it at that
Cuz I don't want to scare fools
I'll tell you this much, Ese Tokes got pulled
Hell yeah and it's like that
I got real motherf**ers, real G's that got my back
[Chorus: Klever ]
Hell yeah ese, let'em know what's up
Bring it back to the block so we can kick it non stop
Bring it back to the good old days like before
Bring it back when motherf**ers used to dress hardcore
f** these fake a** punk motherf**ers
Let a G be a G, and a s**a be a s**a
Keep it real Ese , if not shut the f** up
Before you catch some led out my 9 mill Glock