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 y 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