Take time to listen, I'll explain how it goes Living high gangster life, I'm the one now knows And rolls with cholos, bald-headed fools SCLA if you slip you lose Don't slip like a trick, puto pack your shit Incase any bitch enemigas wanna trip If they snap, fuck that, gotta bust a cap It's been like this, it's gotta stay like that We got gang bang skill, no one to kill Don't act like a punk bitch, gotta stay real Make em feel our heat, then their blood ske Mi clicka malitos, ese 21 Street We defeat who were compete in this catagory Of taking motherfuckers out for territory South Central is all I see Represent the Sur, simon 213
[Chorus] Look through my eyes, what do I see Los Angeles the big SC You wanna try, so come and trip Then you can see how life ain't shit
Living high life, with a gangster twist Enemies on my mind, so I made a list The putos we gotta get that ain't about shit No jammers ese, just straps that spit So hit a lick, we begin, that's the way it's been At least in the mind of this Mexican Who can and will make your caps peel As long as this motherfucker could carry his steel Packing, strapping, full auto clips For whoever slips, we'll get up in their mix They're wise, despise they run like bitches Petho y petho, they're punk ass snitches See we handle who we must not the ones who trust Always creeping in the hood with plans to bust And dust me, a few so they could know who Can do, premeditated murder fool
[Chorus x2]
Gang bang for my hood Put in work to do some good Gente ask me why, faci cuz I could On the block it don't stop, it never will All I see pinche locos on the kill, staying real Yeah, same old shit just different day Plotting on the next puto's head has gotta lay Don't regret to check, ese fuck respect All I know my pinche homies are down for their shit Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweaters Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues I keep it on the Brownside represent the Sur Yeah strap on hip, never fucking slip One pinche bandiero will dip if you trip Shit, tu saves, son otoclaves On os de medramos en las pinche calles
[Chorus]
The Brownside, to you is what we bring Mexican bandiero, this is where I come in See it's been a firme ride to this point here But the shit I say gotta sound real clear This here's for my homies who couldn't see this day Risky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I say Respect when it's due for the ones who stay true Cuz sooner or later we'll be there with them too And for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hate Cuz you just can't wait for your fucking release date Simon something I feel, not in it for the thrill Me and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it real So dos-uno-tres settle for nothing less All I know is you know, ese fuck the rest That's right you heard it, they give you life you serve it Talk away in court for a fucking guilty verdict
[Chorus x2]
Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain't with us no more For the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on the street Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see Haha
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Copy to Clipboard: Take time to listen, I'll explain how it goes Living high gangster life, I'm the one now knows And rolls with cholos, bald-headed fools SCLA if you slip you lose Don't slip like a trick, puto pack your shit Incase any bitch enemigas wanna trip If they snap, fuck that, gotta bust a cap It's been like this, it's gotta stay like that We got gang bang skill, no one to kill Don't act like a punk bitch, gotta stay real Make em feel our heat, then their blood ske Mi clicka malitos, ese 21 Street We defeat who were compete in this catagory Of taking motherfuckers out for territory South Central is all I see Represent the Sur, simon 213
[Chorus] Look through my eyes, what do I see Los Angeles the big SC You wanna try, so come and trip Then you can see how life ain't shit
Living high life, with a gangster twist Enemies on my mind, so I made a list The putos we gotta get that ain't about shit No jammers ese, just straps that spit So hit a lick, we begin, that's the way it's been At least in the mind of this Mexican Who can and will make your caps peel As long as this motherfucker could carry his steel Packing, strapping, full auto clips For whoever slips, we'll get up in their mix They're wise, despise they run like bitches Petho y petho, they're punk ass snitches See we handle who we must not the ones who trust Always creeping in the hood with plans to bust And dust me, a few so they could know who Can do, premeditated murder fool
[Chorus x2]
Gang bang for my hood Put in work to do some good Gente ask me why, faci cuz I could On the block it don't stop, it never will All I see pinche locos on the kill, staying real Yeah, same old shit just different day Plotting on the next puto's head has gotta lay Don't regret to check, ese fuck respect All I know my pinche homies are down for their shit Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweaters Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues I keep it on the Brownside represent the Sur Yeah strap on hip, never fucking slip One pinche bandiero will dip if you trip Shit, tu saves, son otoclaves On os de medramos en las pinche calles
[Chorus]
The Brownside, to you is what we bring Mexican bandiero, this is where I come in See it's been a firme ride to this point here But the shit I say gotta sound real clear This here's for my homies who couldn't see this day Risky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I say Respect when it's due for the ones who stay true Cuz sooner or later we'll be there with them too And for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hate Cuz you just can't wait for your fucking release date Simon something I feel, not in it for the thrill Me and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it real So dos-uno-tres settle for nothing less All I know is you know, ese fuck the rest That's right you heard it, they give you life you serve it Talk away in court for a fucking guilty verdict
[Chorus x2]
Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain't with us no more For the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on the street Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see Haha
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