Night Hustle at Lake Wildwood

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Yeah… Lake Wildwood after dark, cabrón. Ain’t no bedtime in this motherfucker. Three homies, one neighborhood, Too much liquor, too much bullshit, too much noise. Turn that shit up. [Hook] Lake Wildwood, bitch, where the night don’t sleep, Sirens in the distance, bass rattlin’ the street. Jose talkin’ money, Andi talkin’ shit, Third homie walkin’ round like he runs this bitch. Tres cabrones posted, everybody know the crew, Whole neighborhood watchin’ every crazy thing they do. Puro pinche desmadre, every night goes left, Lake Wildwood Locos, motherfucker, show respect. [Verse 1: Jose] Jose hit the block like, “What’s good, cabrón?” Talkin’ big shit before he even gets out the car. Always got a story, always got a scheme, Half that shit he says sounds like some bullshit dreams. He wants the fast money, wants the fast life, But the homies clown his ass every single night. “Jose, quit lyin’, everybody knows your game,” He just laughs and keeps talkin’ like he’s building up a name. Two weeks disappear, then he strolls back through, Like nobody noticed he was gone from the crew. “Where the fuck you been?” “Man, I had shit to do.” Motherfucker vanished and came back with a story too. [Verse 2: Andi] Andi pull up loud, motherfucker full of attitude, Talkin’ like a gangster with something to prove. He runs his damn mouth from sunrise to dawn, Then wonders why the whole damn neighborhood moved on. Andi got jokes, but the jokes ain’t clean, Talks so much shit he could stink up the scene. Everybody yelling, “Andi, shut the fuck up!” He just laughs, cracks a Red Bull, and turns the music up. He claims he’s the wildest, claims he’s the king, But the homies know damn well he ain’t running shit. Every damn night he’s creating some drama, Then disappears laughing like, “See y’all manana.” [Verse 3: Third Homie] Then the third homie steps up, “Move the fuck aside,” Chest poked out like he’s ten feet high. Talks real tough, got an ego skyscraper, But the crew knows he’s mostly just a professional instigator. He knows every rumor, every name, every street, Got an opinion on everybody that he happens to meet. “I’m the boss,” he says, “better recognize,” Jose starts laughing, Andi damn near dies. “Boss of what, fool? You ain’t boss of shit!” Three homies arguing, then laughing at the bit. Nobody’s innocent, everybody’s got flaws, But put these three together and the whole block hears the noise. [Bridge] Puro pinche desmadre, No sleep, no peace. Bass in the trunk, Whole crew off the leash. Jose yelling, Andi laughing, Third homie talking shit, And the whole damn neighborhood Knows exactly who it is. [Final Hook] Lake Wildwood, bitch, where the night don’t sleep, Sirens in the distance, bass rattlin’ the street. Jose talkin’ money, Andi talkin’ shit, Third homie walkin’ round like he runs this bitch. Tres cabrones posted, everybody know the crew, Whole damn neighborhood knows the crazy shit they do. Puro pinche desmadre, that’s the way they live, Lake Wildwood Locos, motherfucker, that’s the shit.