Sureno Vida - Brownside

Sureño Vida, that’s what we gonna call this motherfucker

(Yeah)

Q-Vo from that Sureño Vida ese

(Hell yeah)

This is Malito from Brownside

Nobody represents like we do

(Yeah, Brownside)

It don’t stop, it don’t quit

(Yeah it’s that old school shit)

1990 to the year two John

(Mexican style you know)

Soy Malito de Brownside, ya te la sabes

Explicando realidad directo from las calles

Sur California represented at it’s best

SCLA puts you huevos 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 Sureño Vida, trip out loco mira

Don’t slip on them cuetes y las balas que te tira

I’ll make it clear, now you picture what you hear

Sureños dos-uno-tres simón loco we’re here

Putting a spot on the map for nuestra raza

I’m start with the Brownside, vamos a ver 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 your mental, pendejo

Watcha

(Bring it siempre)

Si puedo que muleño, blue rag is a Sureño

Bloods and Crips have their room, dejame te ensueño

Pandilleros hold their grounds, other hold theirs

Straight gang-bangers, no fucking players

Cold stares and blocks in you’re on the wrong block

This pedo 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 yeah, 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, ese.)

Bald and Brown, Sureño 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 in a segundo

Roll it, I’ll light it, then it’s your turno

Pass it to the right (Mari Mari) that’s right

Drinking pisto 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 and lift let’s get out of shift

A gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimes

Pistando cerveza, Corona with limes

Hell yea, corona with limes

All you Pandillero motherfuckers out there

Sureño 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!