Right Back feat. Cali (prod Yung City Slicka)

THIS IS TRACK (13) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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(((LYRICS)))

Verse---

right here we serve weight, like errday/ burn haze work late like errday/ but floss your cake, and i'll surely/ rob them for errthang and thats on errthang/ married to the game and we'll never separate/ i'm so new, your old news like yesterday/ think you hot mane, so you don't say/ i'm blowing out your flame like it was birthday/ how you a gangster, when your so lame/ only time you got down was on soul train/ tattoos up and down but you don't bang/ i start beef today but they say no thanks/ so are they gangster, like no way/ cause all they do is act tough and then they role play/ thats why i always, keep a crome thang/ from close range making brains look like low mein/ i'm doing okay, doing grown thangs/ because i clock it then i drop it like a court case/ so i'm a smoke dank, cause i wont change/ living the dope game, so cocaine's my domain/ the money cant wait, i need it errday/ so i can stay cleaned up like rubber maid/ a lot of selfish ways, thats what the gutter makes/ so i'm a do me like i gotta master bate/ a huge ego big headed like tyra banks/ spray the AK to make a man ovulate/ never trust people thats how i operate/ they all the same all fake like anime/ dam straight, i'm going inn like the holiday/ i got these haters wash up like it was laundry day/ so i'm here to stay, so get out the way/ because i'm quick to draw a gun like i animate/ me i run the game, them they ran away/ i'm rolling weed, with more sweets than the mandalay/ smoking dank the type i cant pronounciate/ but if you talking bout money we can conversate/ see i'm from CA, southern LA/ where every line gets connected like an essay/ stack bank, is what the hood mandates/ so i'm working with a lot of grass like i land scape/ so the man came, doing the damn thang/ stack bread then i spread it like mayonnaise/ what up day day, get on the same page/ talk code over the phone and never say names/ now to the next phase, is to get paid/ i'm working on my hustle even on a sick day/ slapping niggas in they face like i'm rick james/ so talk shit and get left with my nick name/ making mix tapes, not mistakes/ i dictate and introduce the scale fish yay/ the brick game, split it thirty six ways/ driving the drugged out just like lindsay/ hey,, then i put on my game face/ and karate chop the brick like i'm sensay/ so i'm a cut cane, so i can maintain/ stepping on the white balls like i'm pele/ been on the mary jane plane since the eight grade/ now i smoke the best hay, green like dende/ do it errday, true, thats why they hate/ but me loose my pay rate, keep wishing like ray jay/ i'm getting green like my neck had a fake chain/ i'm here to bring the pain, so grab your ben gay/ but hold up wait, let me reiterate/ act brave wet em up, ocean river lakes/ i take the center stage and leave the game never the same/ because i'm eating each rapper like a tender steak/ let it marinate, then eat like i never ate/  i spit flames, burning hot like pepper spray/ seeking a better pay, hop on the interstate/ getting hard and soft ware like interface/ close to thirty rocks, like tina fey/ so dinners made with money on my dinner plate/

Your Connect

Errday

THIS IS TRACK (14) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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verse one<----- 

cause i be holding a 40 on my hip/ its no gun in the club but still i brought it in/ jack chickens all day like i shopped lift/ and dump nina quick fast, like a got a bitch/ but ill be tossing it, fore i get locked again/ i rather be out here, getting my wallet thick/ i started curious now im confident/ cause ill still run shit, after they chop my limbs/ but let me warm up, 'fore i begin/ stretch money, work out till like 5 pm/ pussy money weed, the type of shit im in/ so im plug up, like desktops IBMs/ i go raw, grind hard, like its jocelyn/ because i get more ass then proctologist/ but bitches will bitches nigga comprehend/ cause hoes give mo tail like the armada in/

verse two<----

i want to ball sick, aint nothing wrong with it/ thats why we got more cubes then corporate offices/ we got all that, every product in/ nothing but hard work like the boss is in/ all zippers , wrapped tight, so it stop the scent/ then ship work, over night, ups/ then i call the click, make a call and click/ and start guwap'n it when ozie go deposit it/and you are so incompetent/ cause i be going so hard, like a solid brick/ i drop a lot of shit, i be incontinent/ because my verses kill beats like i shot at him/ and i was born in los ángeles/ and thats gangstas paradise, where the all shottas live/ then its was mid west snow, indianapolis/ and now its sin city, and i hope god forgive/

verse three<-----

guns clap real loud, and i'm in the audience/ cause i live that fast life with lots a RPM's/ plus i know the recipe to be prosperous/ its nitrogen, potassium, and phosphorous/ but back then i aint have a pot to piss/ cause i was broke like all of dads promises/ but now my blunt fat, like my pocket is/ they said the other side was greener so i jumped the fence/ and then i whipped it up, three dozen eggs/ and now i'm adding all the cheese like its an omelet/ i'm on some other shit, im on some chopper shit/ i'm on that add some more cut then we chop a brick/ and if its a money race, then i be jogging it/ and you couldn't catch up, if you had condiments/ my heart cold like the southern most continent/ cause life a bitch, so fuck the world till the condom rips/

verse four<-----

its hydroponic weed im my esophagus/ i smoke a pound a kush like it don't cost me shit/ cause that money talks, and i be talking shit/ if time is money then your close to the apacalypse/ cause you aint got shit/ and we be passing currency, like copper did/ or does, so what man, im out of it/ cause i be breathin cush like i don't need oxygen/ and this is how i gotta live/ i got that bomb on me, so i be dropping it/ i make runs, hit balls jackie robinson/ cause that money on my mind, and you forgot of this/ but me, i'm the exact opposite/ i think big, dividence, you never thought of it/ if crack kills, then moneys gotta live/ but i believe, money, will be my cause of death/

40 On My Hip

THIS IS TRACK (12) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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(((LYRICS)))

verse 1---- 

whats happenin', whats crackin', i practice relaxing/ my flow, fantastic, and sweeter than molasses/ flip a package, like magic, and if rap dead i resurrect it/ take a puff than passing it, im high as fuck and i aint landed yet/ them grass bricks, i cashed em, i gram it, then i tax it/ im trapping, not rapping, then kill the game, assassins/ my past tense, didn't have shit, so i was scrapping, and tagging/ now im laughing, racking, trying to stack it up to my attic/ me i live it up, smoke a blunt, play soft ball , think i need a glove/ we are not similar, im cool air conditioner/ a hustler, hustle up, turn my shit up like fista cuffs/ like homie who be sick as us?, we cut the cane then stitch it up/ my game hard, hit runs, drop it off then count the funds/ the grave yard, shift cuz, i work the block and don't take a lunch/ i thank GOD for this gun, if you holding guwap, hope you carry one/ and if not, you getting liked cuz, im fuck'n drunk like R.Kelly does/ im helly drunk, and i think im bout to black out/ punch people in they face and break a glass mouth/ i play the game fight in the ring and never tap out/ hit my hustle harder, manny pacquiao/

hook 2x-----

i live well, go propel, im so well connected/ fish scale, for sell, im so well connect/ i get sales, wont fail, im so well connected/ big scale, whole sale , im so well connected/ 

verse 2-------

my fist grip the tooly, doors kicked in, bruce lee/ ride dirty, hoopty, buy birdies, and sushis/ i make scenes, movies, kush tasty, fruity/ i get high, thirty two feet, red eyes droopy/ pop pills, do E, lower tabs roofies/ dollar bills, loose leaf, so pocket fat, louie/ i keep moving , cause i do things, my shoes clean, they two threes/ cause truly, my doobbies, got more colors than my coogi's/

hook 2x-----

i live well, go propel, im so well connected/ fish scale, for sell, im so well connect/ i get sales, wont fail, im so well connected/ big scale, whole sale , im so well connected/

Well Connected

THIS IS TRACK (11) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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(((LYRICS)))

verse 1- ---  

fuck a rap battle, i rather fist fight/ i take it out, air em out like my inline/ flow nice, they say my shit tight/ you tube thumbs up like i hitch hike/ im in the silver state , blowing hella dank/ smoke 100 grams, every eight days/ but i sleep well, with a twelve gauge/ nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/ a lot of weed to blaze, im higher than a plane/ and all my niggas hustle weight come and get an eight/ but we stay on point, like my ph/ we copp the work and bounce back on the same day/ 

hook----

Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/ Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/ 

verse 2 -------
oh no, bald headed cholo/ came to fuck'n grind, like a porno/ time to upgrade say good bye to co co/ and then i graduate to deep water culture/ like niggas what you thought it was/ im on the block with a block trying to chop it up/ its get weight, stack cake, then you buy a gun/ started selling dubs, now i became the plug/ 

hook-----

Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/ Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/Nine millimeter underneath my pillow case/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/ Blowing hella bank, blowing hella dank/

Dank

THIS IS TRACK (9) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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(((LYRICS)))

Verse <-----

see i hit the spot, with a bag of pot/ already clocked, adding to the guwap/ do it it a lot, so i can make a lot/ split the block then i hit the block/ setting up shop, and i'll never drop/ cause i got money up in every thought/ and the only way that i'll ever stop/ is if i get shot, or get caught by cops/ cooking the soft, and making it rock/ cause thats how i became a boss/ so i'm putting them on with the super bomb/ looking whiter than an uncle tom/ hungry dog, from the land of the lost/ so if they floss then they getting robbed/ so take it off or you all get popped/ and i aint talking bout soda pops/ and i aint about to be taking a loss/ my nina hot, so i'm keeping it cocked/ and popping guns like laura croft/ so heres the plot, build an op/ or just find a way to make a knot/ got work copped, in zip locks/ then i move that shit by like four o'clock/ so if you like it, then buy it/ chicken sliced it, like tyson/ so if you like it, then buy it/ chicken sliced it, like tyson/ i hide five bricks, in my whip/ then drive with, no license/ i hide five bricks, in my whip/ then drive with, no license/

Hip Hop Music

THIS IS TRACK (8) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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(((LYRICS)))


verse 1----
born in inglewood, raised on dime block/ and over here we handle beef like its live stock/ and we bang the west side strong/ the left side, were everything, rights wrong/ i used to tag the city up all night long/ can after can, like i recycled/ cause im skar, so i always had my mind on/ steal a krylon, looking for a wall to write on/ and this what i used to fuck'n base my life on/ cross me out, catch you slipping, then the fights on/ but i'd get caught too , can't lie dog/ i used to get jumped, right in front of my mom/ and this the type of beef that never dies off/ cause if i every see 'em again, touch'em like ipods/ cause im grown now, and won't cry dog/ beef now, gun spray like a krylon/

hook<---------

cause i don't play that shit/ got a registered gun, it stay on my hip/ so we don't play that shit/ cause we got them semi autos with laser grips/ and i don't play that shit/ cause every strap that i pack, has got a extra clip/ so we don't play that shit/ cause we also got them guns, that aint legit/

verse two<-----

but things are different now, now im 23/ now i play hard ball, like baseball major leagues/ currency chemistry/ im in the game grinding so hard, that the bitch wana marry me/ and i put that on errything,/ real recognize real, so they remember me/ so i'ma make gees, until they burry me/ cause life's a bitch, then she gives you a wedding ring/ but thats what made me a man/ cause now i strike back like an army attack/ i call them haters out but they don't call me back/ because they know they get popped like a pepsi can/ and my hustle tip, i'm exercising that/ cause if see you push weight, you getting jumped n jacked/ and my future cant get passed, my violent past/ so give me then bread or get toast, and strawberry jammed/

hook<---------

cause i don't play that shit/ got a registered gun, it stay on my hip/ so we don't play that shit/ cause we got them semi autos with laser grips/

Don't Play

Dont Play

THIS IS TRACK (7) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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hook--

im walking down this sinful road and i don't know where im headed/ all i really know is i got to go and get this cheddar/ i dont know, i don't know/ unless its dough ,unless its dough/ so im walking down this sinful road and i don't know where im headed/ all i really know is i got to go and get this cheddar/ i dont know, i don't know/ unless its droe, unless its droe/ see im walking down this sinful road and i don't know where im headed/ all i really know is i got to go and get this cheddar/ i dont know, i don't know/ unless its blow, unless its blow/

verse 1---

im a hood vet, mexican, good chef, your connect/ kush head, smoke the best, stay strapped up like safe sex/ not hungry, nor naked, cause money, i make it/ honeys, they taste it, they love me, like raymond/ fat tony, my alias, don't know me, don't say shit/ glock forty, i aim it, make em holy, amen/ i don't share shit, except my main bitch/so you could call me "Mr. ya aint never gave me shit"/ im selfish with, pistol grips, zips, chips, and cane bricks/ count the bread while blazing it, lifes a test and im Acing it/ the dope game im playing it, i pause the game then im saving it/ mary jane, flavor rich, if you want a taste, then just pay for it/ on the corner working late sift, wish i had a pay check/ hustle weed cane meth just so i could pay rent/ then i get the knife to cut the white like im a racist/ and if life's a fuck'n bitch then im a rapist/ 

hook ---

cause im walking down this sinful road and i don't know where im headed/ all i really know is i got to go and get this cheddar/ i dont know, i don't know/ unless its dough ,unless its dough/ im walking down this sinful road and idon't know where im headed/ all i really know is i got to go and get this cheddar/ i dont know, i don't know/ unless its droe, unless its droe/

verse 2----

hate on everything i do, thats what they do best/ they want me dead, cause i be killing them with success/ cashing big checks? , you getting chin checked/ we aint the same, i guess the money makes us different/ i tried to get a job but i know ill fail my piss test/ started thinking, apply or travel instead/ buy myself a pie then sell it back with interest/ yelling fuck a nine to five im bout to start a business/ listen, im fat so im in the kitchen/ don't need no assistance, they ask me what im whipping/ thirty six eggs, im glad i bought a chicken/ cutting every zip, this is how we make a living/ im the fuck'n truth, life never fiction/ pussy money weed, thats my religion/ its a fucked up world and everybody in it/ right now im doing good, but my city still sinning/ 

hook----

im walking down this sinful road and i don't know where im headed/ all i really know is i got to go and get this cheddar/ i dont know, i don't know/ unless its doight , unless its dough/

I Don't Know

I Dont Know

THIS IS TRACK (5) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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VERSE--- 

See i could take the cash with violence, or jack niggas blinded/ i add it up no minus, the dope game so i win/ sniff glass like a sinus, blaze till i close my eye lids/ i run game to run the game, that a million on my millage/ so my clip, show you the value of what life is/ priceless, do what i ask like simon/says you might live, just tell me where you hide it/ and after i find it, i'm dashing hyphen/ and a nigga ain't lying/cause i remember when my uncle pushed more keys then what i'm typing/ and all the cars that he was driving, make you want to be just like him/ so he told me get that money then come buy a brick/ n i get low prices/ i stay connected and you struggle just to sign in/ a lot of weight, zip, bricks, different sizes/ how many times do i cut it, thats private/ don't give a fuck thats what i said/ fire led, aim cannons like a pirate/ place the white in, side the pyrex/ i go green use the paper then recycle it/ and me, i'm your highness/ cause me and ivan go beast like bisons/ so i is, fresh like trident/ flow sick, like the hiv virus/ i tell my bitch, be quite/ deep throat and she know how i like it/ treat hoes, like droe, when i pipe it/ then i get the pussy wet,  so i could dive in/ then i clock in/ the graveyard, late night shift/ im high bitch, like a pilot/ snow white zips, all my work light skin/ high as fuck, thats how i live/ so act up and get touched like midas/ wet bud hanged up so i could dry it/ a nice gun, that how you kill'em all with kindness/

Packing Bricks

THIS IS TRACK (4) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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hook 2x----

I work hard sacrifice/ to enjoy all of life’s delights/ prosperity comes with a price/ you go through hell for paradise/

verse 1------

its a new day, wake up time to move weight/ whipping it, turning that soft into suflay/ cop a brick on tuesday, run thru it by thursday/ hittin' any kind of lick 'cause all my niggas thirsty/ i don't chase women, dog i chase loot/ started off with payless shoes now i got some revenue/ and if you don't like me, you goin' hate the crew/ cause all my goons pack tools like mechanics do/ if you a hoe ass nigga go to doctor phill/ cause i be killem dog, crulea devil/ like for real, i keep it so real/ cold steel with a hammer like sahquile o nile/ im making dope deals/cause if my dreams don't get fulfilled,keep selling dope and pills/ move music and money till the day im killed/ so im droping hards hits like holyfield/

hook 2x----- 

I work hard sacrifice/ to enjoy all of life’s delights/ prosperity comes with a price/ you go through hell for paradise/

verse------ 2

you hating on my car tunes, then you,  get jacked, samurai/ im money hungry, and i need bite, satisfy my appetite/hustle game, over time, ship work, over night/ its my time, and i got, my watch, synchronized/ so recognize, that im skar/ registered fire arm, i shoot first by law/ draw guns, thats my art, im the best by far/ cause i rhyme raw, when im on, spit hot fire, dylan/ i run game and keep it running, forest/ gun match my jordans, got ceci boo on my chorus/ a player you know this, so feelings ignore them/ cause if the bitch don't want to fuck, then i point to where the door is/

hook 2x---

I work hard sacrifice/ to enjoy all of life’s delights/ prosperity comes with a price/ you go through hell for paradise/

Verse 3 Ceci Boo ----

I’m a hustlin’ little milfy straight latina from the I.E./ don’t need niggas to support me, I can do it on my own feet/ been alone since I remember I’m my very own defender/ I don’t need the other genderunless he’s here to give me pleasure/ I depend on myself, work all week for my wealth/ I depend on myself work all week for my wealth/ so let me spend it spend it all my money/ cuz that’s why it’s intended ima spoil me/

Sacrifice ft. Ceci Boo

THIS IS TRACK (3) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
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Working

Track 09. Alot of Lyrics from my album #skarmageddon

(((LYRICS)))
First off, let me state my name, I'm skar, Inglewood born and raised, Straight guerilla nigga, planet of the apes, trying to ball in the game like the NBA, I keep it on my waist fuck a gun case, bring them toys out if you want to gun play, pistol in yo mouth, tell me how that gun taste, act fake get placed underground like a subway, we hustle full time, no lunch break, collecting money like church on a Sunday, over here we got cush serving all day, and price is subject to change 'cause it bombay, upgrade, 'cause this stuff dank, blunt full of haze, real sticky like duct tape, you're old news I'm front page, moving blocks of rocks, like the stone age, I haven't slipped yet, I'm on my A game, so 'til then keep it moving like a one way, I stay cautious, watching every word that I say, hustle terminology, up to date, see, I see things, in a different way, a hungry ass nigga, eating off every plate, all about my cake, that's why I'm over weight, so I'm a fat ass, with money as my entree, I'm on the bed counting bread like I had to bake, with chickens on the covers, Kellogg's corn flakes, shooting work to the team makes another wage, and then I bounce back like a bullet ricochet, winning every race, moving at a faster pace, I got it locked, just like OJ, became a boss so now I'm doing great, and I'm a stay running shit until my ankles break, I fucked that one bitch, yeah that one day, I'm in the pussy, and I don't even know her name, I'm getting brain 'til her jaw dislocates, and I beat the pussy up like I was mad today, see now a days, it's not much you gotta say, big bank, gets sex on the first date, now I ain't trying to say that you a ho, just know, call me when you're lonely and I'll be on my way, aye, a true player in the game, and I'm trying to pull some strings just like my shoe lace, watch how you ball or get taken out the game, 'cause mexicans with money is the one thing they do hate, moved to a new place, started to do thangs, moved a few thangs, now I'm fresher than toothpaste, so call me right now, for that fruity taste, pounds every two days, makes it hard to loose weight, gamble every choice, flip a coin like I'm 2face, money glued to my head like a toupee, travel out of state with work in the suitcase, I'm getting paid, hurt feelings like a tooth ache, finally, got connected, so rent got paid before the next month came, I've come a log way, from back in '08, advertising stress blocks for the low rates, don't play, guns with no safe, box full of hard shells nigga ole, when bullets exchange, that's when it's too late, and now he frozen in a box so that's a cold case, okay, yo boy so baked, and I'm switching lanes, like I came with road rage, slang anything, as long as it pays, married to the money like we soul mates, a chef in the kitchen, stove on low flame, cooking work, turning grams into gourmet, my ghetto life made me fly, soul plane, doing lots of blow jobs with out the fore play. - WRITEN BY: SKAR

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Skarmageddon

Alot of Lyrics

Alot Of Lyrics

Track 14. La Bala from my album #Skarmageddon.  THIS IS MY FIRST SONG EVER RELEASED IN SPANISH !! 

VERSE--- 
cuando yo me pongo grifo, me parezco como chino/ ahora tengo libras comenze con solo un cinco/ tragos de vino con sabor bien fino/ contando el dinero para eso si soy listo/ Y yo no soy el tipo que ocupa un equipo/ pistola en la bolsa siempre la tengo conmigo/ ahora son balazos ya no es un tiro/ corazón frio lagrimas de cocodrilo/ quitando me el sinto, mamame el pito/ luego me la piso y me la como, que rico/ paquetes de la coca, blanco como gringos/ pantalones con dinero y mis bolsas se me incho/ yo soy indio, mi madre de oaxaca/ pero sobre de mi padre yo no conozco nada/ 
pistolas en la sala con gramas de la carga/ y lo tengo bien seguro porque le cambie la chapa/ agua en la boca, limpiando me la baba/ contando el dinero rapidito seme para/ y yo no quiero fama solo quiero plata/ sociedad alta ya estoy arto do le chafa/ limpiando me la cara mucha mota en la jara/ con la blanca en la cabeza igual que mis canas/ loquera nunca para y la mota no me falta/ quebrando me me la espalda trabajando en la granja/ sembrando plantas, echando le ganas/ corriendo hasta el fin y nadie me alcanza/ perdido en mi camino y esta es la revancha/ billetes de lana porque ya se iso mana/ aca con la raza, la mara y la banda/ muchos cargadores llenos con balas/ me pagan por las buenas o me pagan por las malas/ haciendo lo que quiero el dinero es lo que manda/ fumando en la casa, y tequila en mi taza/ toda la semana dias de pura pachanga/ bajandole la falda quitando le la tanga/ teniendo sexo en la cama hasta que sangra/ luego con calma, porque ella se espanta/ metiendo le la llave y la vieja se arranca/ ninguna santa porque le encanta/ le pico con mi chile como si yo fuera salsa/ apodo de sancha mi ganas no se aguantan/ y cuando esta mojada la manejo como lancha/ no les creo nada, son labiosas con palabras/ dicen que me aman pero a mi nadien me engana/ basta, mentirosas cuando hablan/ mostrando el dinero y se saltan como ranas/ dicen que el que transa es el primero que avanza/ es por eso que me siguen pero no caigo en la trampa/ cree me mujeres ahí de tantas/ las traigo bajo de mis pies como una chancla/ pon atension y el consejo se te graba/ hablando la verdad igual que luís lara/ el tiempo pasa, y sigo en la chamba/ limpiando mi naris tomando pases de lavada/ te enfada, cuando hago lo que me agrada/ buscando lo que paga es la vida mexicana/ cortando la blanca, para duplicarla/ manejando con la caspa california a nevada/ o que pasa, soy el papa/ saca la ak, y todo se acaba/ no quieren pleitos, siempre se rajan/ comenzando pedo luego se cagan las nalgas/ 

La Bala

WATCH THE OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO PRODUCED/ DIRECTED/ EDITED PRODUCED BY: YUNG CITY SLICKA ; ENGINEERED BY: ROWFLOWZ.  https://youtu.be/v2z35wXhZnQ 
- THIS IS MY FIRST SINGLE "TELL DA TRUTH FT. DU$TY & NOWON ELSE" FROM MY UPCOMING ALBUM "S.LANGING K.ANE A.ND R.EEFER". 
NOW AVAILABLE ON iTUNES   

Tell da Truth (feat. Dusty & Nowon Else - Single

Tell da Truth feat. Dusty & Nowon Else

Tell Da Truth- ft. Dusty & Nowon Else (Produced by Yung City Slicka)

Track 04. Demonz ft. Bro G from my album #Skarmageddon

Demonz feat. Bro G

Demonz ft Bro G

Skar - Kitchen Stove (Produced by Yung City Slicka) 
This is track 03. from my new upcoming album "Skar Wars" entirely produced by super producer #YungCitySlicka

It'z YCS

Kitchen Stove

Kitchen Stove (Produced by Yung City Slicka)

Bonus track 15. 16 Bar (Freestyle) from my album #Skarmageddon 

16 Bars (Freestyle)

Track 13. The Sun ft. Ceci Boo from my album #Skarmageddon

The Sun feat. Ceci Boo

The Sun ft. Ceci Boo

Track 12. This Is Skar from my album #Skarmageddon

This is Skar

This Is Skar

Track 08. Became A Boss from my album #Skarmageddon

Became a Boss

Track 02. Hustle Tip from my album #Skarmageddon

23/12/2017

Hustle Tip

First Single released from Skar's upcoming mix tape "Skar Warz". 
Watch the official music video 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmvkFyXaQ9I
Produced/ Filmed/ Engineered/ Edited 
by Yung City Slicka


Skar Warz

No Feelings (Produced by Yung City Slicka)

No Feeling's (Prod Yung City Slicka)

10 track album produced entirely by Chicago native "Yung City Slicka"

Convinced feat. Nowon Else (Prod Yung City Slicka)

Hate Me (Prod Yung City Slicka)

Real (Prod Yung City Slicka)

Give It To Ya feat. Choko Kash (Prod Yung City Slicka)

Slang Work (Prod Yung City Slicka)

On Lock (Prod Yung City Slicka)

Aint Nothing Change (Prod Yung City Slicka)

First single release from the upcoming album "Skarz & Stripez: Produced by Yung City Slicka".

Too Many Cases (Prod. Yung City Slicka)

Choko Kash - Dope Moves ft. Skar (Produced by Yung City Slicka)

Choko Kash - Dope Moves feat. Skar (Prod Yung City Slicka)

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO TO "STACK BREAD & GAIN WEIGHT" @ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnRWQJ4QHQw&sns=em 

THIS IS TRACK (1) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
DOWNLOAD A FREE DIGITAL COPY OF MY COMPLETE CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" @ www.ThisIsSkar.net

(((LYRICS)))

chorus/ hook// X8
All i know is stack bread and gain weight 

verse/
its like.... money, shit im trying to go and get alot/ its been a year now, still dont got a job/ but the day i go broke , some ones getting robbed/ alot of fucken work, im running out of zip locks/ all i know is stack bread and gain weight/ pistol in my pocket, dog i rather catch a case/ .38 throw away, street 38/ we used to get it in trapping back at west lake/ see im a fat nigga so i need my slice of cake/ marijuana full of hairs, rogaine/ dirty dope game, white snow flakes/ and if i ever meet my dad ill punch him in his face/ homie its the same crook, make sure that the cane cook/ i just came to rap, and then i leave the game shook/ so ball around me, ill surely have your chain took/ fruity cush taste good, put my shit on face book/ who me, dont spend my money all on jewelry/ in my hood, i get that type of shit for free/ i know the game, 30 G's a pure key/ and then you cut the fish scale, nigga sushi/ now you got two keys, this shit isnt new to me/ thats why i brought the guns to the game, call of duty/ you a pussy nigga, coochie/ alot of biscuits , and my hands holding two piece/ im looting, my car tunes are looney/ i clap a funny nigga if he acting goofy/

chorus/ hook x8

Stack Bread & Gain Weight

THIS IS TRACK (10) FROM MY CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" .
DOWNLOAD A FREE DIGITAL COPY OF MY COMPLETE CD TITLED "YOUR CONNECT" @ www.ThisIsSkar.net

verse one----

the hustle ain't hard, shit is simple math/ cut zones, make more, thats how you subtract/ make the cash multiply then add more to that/ divide half with the fam, invest the other half,/ put the team on deck, and then you bounce back/ hustle hard, i be riding til im out of gas/ quarter pounds  ziploc one  gallon bags/ im money hungry, and im eating till im super fat/ matter fact, sacks moving hand to hand/ trafficking, cush loud like an ambulance/ white balls like the tip on santas hat/ alot of damn snow, we could cause an avalanche/ like god damn, i be going ham/ i get in debt with a lame, and never pay him back/ cause this the hustle game, and i be playing that/ so i be serving soft balls, pitching overhand,

verse two<-------

me, i keep my pocket and my blunt fat/ and paper cashing, fast so im running laps/ chase bank, make cake of off every gram/ move weight,  and keep it moving like a caravan/ uis, and nothing after that/ so its fuck the rest, like i don't need a nap/ gangster hustlers, certified with a stamp/ cause my team got more gee, then a hundred grand/ so if you feeling billy bad ass/ guns clap, like my black bitch fat ass/ its a bright flash, with the hammer back/ and catch facial shots, like im the camera man/ cause i be like man, where all the money at/ if being broke is a joke, im not a funny man/ i jack niggas mid day and i don't need a mask/ cause my loaded strap make holes like the bunny ranch/

verse three<------

man im at the trap, and im hoping that it aint a trap/ got pistol grip plans gotta handle that/ but hustle backwards, like never that/ cause im real esse, you just a paragraph/ like yeah nigga, try to understand/ my fathers helping hand is what i never had/ but i don't need a dad, cause im a grown man / and im a keep growing adding some cal mag/ and ima dog, so i don't like these new cats/ they half step, n i handle the game with two hands/ never rain on a bitch, like true that/ i hit the clubs just to grind, but don't care to dance/ then i, feel like a new man/ cause that bread on my head like some dew rags/ advertise and bang dubs like im wutang/ and snatch birds and that fruity like its toucan/

Labeled as a Thug

Labeled As A Thug

Now taking the U.S by storm, is hip-hop's new upcoming, Mexican-American, recording artist, born Oscar Cortez on July 5th 1989, better known by his stage name, Skar, is now being recognized by many music industry professionals that refer him as "a different breed of Latino" according to OTH magazine. His amazing talents have landed him placements in several well known independent, local, national, international magazines, music web sites, and radio broadcasting networks, including Pandora, Street Motivation Magazine, and Playboy Radio.
Skar was raised in Inglewood, California, and thats where he was influenced by hip-hop at age 12, which initially started as a way to escape the reality and issues with poverty, and he also managed to build a huge criminal record before the age of 17. With hardships in the streets,  and with a single mother working two (2) full time jobs, and it also made it easier to spend most of the time with local gang members. forced "Skar" to seek a source of income, which caused him to spend most of his younger years incarcerated. 
During the beginning of 2006, the first of February, at only 16 years of age, "Oscar (Skar) Cortez", along with: "Daniel (Tantrum) Contreras" ; "Aly Daniel (Danny) Huerta-Espinoza" ; and, "Ivan Alejandro (Nowon Else) Perez-Cortez", got  arrested, and convicted on multiple felony charges, including two (2) counts of attempted murder, as a result of an on going gang war with a rival gang. The following year, on the 4th of February, 2007 "Daniel (Tantrum) Contreras", passed away, just days after his 18th birthday. Then about two weeks before "Skar's" cousin turned 25, "Aly Daniel (Danny) Huerta-Espinoza" passed away the fourth day of June, of 2014, on the same day "Danny's" older brother, "2 Slick" and "Skar's" older brother, "Ivan Alejandro (Nowon Else) Perez-Cortez" both turned 26 years old for their birthday. 
Facing a juvenile life sentence, in the state of California, with the possibility of being eligible for parole after serving a 15 years in prison, is what helped plant the seed in Skar's head, to become smarter, to stay away from jail and to find a purpose in life. After being released and sentenced to serve a 3 year probation term, Skar, was arrested again for violating his probation shortly after his release.  Later in August, while still detained, Skar was granted an early release under the terms of being banned from the state of California for a maximum of 7 years. In late November 2007,  the courts discontinued the case, and Skar was released, and reunited with his mother, who at the time, lived in Indianapolis, Indiana.
Finding it difficult to be accepted in the "Mid-West" allowed Skar to spend more time focusing on his music, but, it also started bringing back old habits, breaking the law. Finally at age 21 after being homeless, multiple arrests, near death experiences, and seeing almost everyone around him being headed to prison, due to all the drug and gang activity surrounding the "Mid West", he decided to pack his bags and then drove to Las Vegas, Nevada with a suspended drivers license. Deciding to pursue a career in the music industry, at the start of 2013, signing a deal with Rowdoggs Entertainment, soon after he was able to reconnect with a long time friend he grew up with in the same neighborhood, Og Rome aka Mr. Everywhere. 
On August 25th, 2013 he released his first mix tape "Your Connect", under "Rowdoggs Entertainment". The following year, the annual "West Coast Hip Hop Awards" presented "Your Connect" with the award for 2014's "Mix tape Year" at the  2014. Skar's music has also been featured on many popular and independent mix tape series, and Skar's CD has managed to get over 1,000,000+ online plays via soundcloud, mtv, youtube etc.

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