Sureno Vida

Sureno Vida That's what we gonna call this motherfucker Yeah Q-Vo, it's that Sureno Vida ese Hell yeah This is Malito from Brownside Nobody represents like we do Yeah, Brownside It don't stop, the Eastside It don't quit, yeah it's that old school shit 1990 to the year 2G Mexican style you know Soy Malito de Brownside, ya tela saves Espicando preridad dedeto from las calles Sur California represent it at it's best SCLA puts you juevos at test While you're high as a bird, gang-banging on the curb Some end up getting shot, fuckers have nerve To serve those who need it, some get defeated Locos don't stop until this mission is completed That's Sureno Vida, trip out loco mira Don't slip on them quettes why las balas que tepira I'll make it clear, now you picture what you hear Surenos dos-uno-tres simon loco we're here Putting a spot on the map for Nuestra Raza I'm start with the Brownside, vamos you know que pasa I'll speak on things that'll make you street wise Now lend me your ears and I'll open your eyes Hell yea How long can you fucking hide You just lend me your ears ese Taking a little trip through the Eastside South Central in ya mental Bendejo Bring it siempre Si puero que muleño Blue rag is a Sureno Bloods and Crip have their room Deja mete sueño Bandieros hold their grounds, other hold theirs Straight gang-bangers, no fucking players Cold stares and blocks in you're on the wrong block This petho don't quit and this shit won't stop The point I keep strong, know where you belong Stay up, live long and keep your mentality strong Live and give knowledge to snotty mocosos Before they fuck theirs and dig out the wrong poso Finally the end is what they'll meet Either a black body bag or a pinche white sheet They creep in the street con bullets and heat Survive and stay alive or else finish and sleep That's the last sound they'll hear The cuerpo loses a soul then they're out of here Hell yea That one goes out to the little mocosos in the fucking calles You knuckleheads know who you are Knuckleheads We all come from the same roots Yeah we been there Bald and Brown, Sureno Vida Bald and Brown baby Bald and Brown A pen and pad of paper is all a loco has Gotta find money you know, and take the cash To last in this mundo blast never segundo Roll it, I'll light it, then it's your turno Pass it to the right (Mari Mari) that's right Drinking besto and smoke weed, just do what you like To go through with a plan know where you stand And I'm that man that'll make you say "Goddamn" The concrete we stand on is strong like my gente Time has come but I can loco represente With no one to blame we maintain insane In this rap game porque we feel no shame Of our style we roll with and toke or spliff Que levante a lift let's get out of shift A gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimes Besto, cerveza, Corona with nines Hell yea Corona with nines All you bandiero motherfuckers out there Sureno Vida Dos-uno-tres SCLA Eastside You know Brownside You know we're here to stay What you thought we was gonna go out like punk motherfuckers? Hell no