Brownside - Sureno Vida Lyrics
Sureno VidaThat's what we gonna call this mother*****erYeahQ-Vo, it's that Sureno Vida eseHell yeahThis is Malito from BrownsideNobody represents like we doYeah, BrownsideIt don't stop, the EastsideIt don't quit, yeah it's that old school shit1990 to the year 2GMexican style you knowSoy Malito de Brownside, ya tela savesEspicando preridad dedeto from las callesSur California represent it at it's bestSCLA puts you juevos at testWhile you're high as a bird, gang-banging on the curbSome end up getting shot, *****ers have nerveTo serve those who need it, some get defeatedLocos don't stop until this mission is completedThat's Sureno Vida, trip out loco miraDon't slip on them quettes y las balas que tepiraI'll make it clear, now you picture what you hearSurenos dos-uno-tres simon loco we're herePutting a spot on the map for Nuestra RazaI'm start with the Brownside, vamos you know que pasaI'll speak on things that'll make you street wiseNow lend me your ears and I'll open your eyesHell yeaHow long can you *****ing hideYou just lend me your ears eseTaking a little trip through the EastsideSouth Central in ya mentalBendejoBring it siempreSi puero que muleoBlue rag is a SurenoBloods and Crip have their roomDeja mete sueoBandieros hold their grounds, other hold theirsStraight gang-bangers, no *****ing playersCold stares and blocks in you're on the wrong blockThis petho don't quit and this shit won't stopThe point I keep strong, know where you belongStay up, live long and keep your mentality strongLive and give knowledge to snotty mocososBefore they ***** theirs and dig out the wrong posoFinally the end is what they'll meetEither a black body bag or a pinche white sheetThey creep in the street con bullets and heatSurvive and stay alive or else finish and sleepThat's the last sound they'll hearThe cuerpo loses a soul then they're out of hereHell yeaThat one goes out to the little mocosos in the *****ing callesYou knuckleheads know who you areKnuckleheadsWe all come from the same rootsYeah we been thereBald and Brown, Sureno VidaBald and Brown babyBald and BrownA pen and pad of paper is all a loco hasGotta find money you know, and take the cashTo last in this mundo blast never segundoRoll it, I'll light it, then it's your turnoPass it to the right (Mari Mari) that's rightDrinking besto and smoke weed, just do what you likeTo go through with a plan know where you standAnd I'm that man that'll make you say "Goddamn"The concrete we stand on is strong like my genteTime has come but I can loco representeWith no one to blame we maintain insaneIn this rap game porque we feel no shameOf our style we roll with and toke or spliffQue levante a lift let's get out of shiftA gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimesBesto, cerveza, Corona with ninesHell yeaCorona with ninesAll you bandiero mother*****ers out thereSureno VidaDos-uno-tresSCLAEastsideYou knowBrownsideYou know we're here to stayWhat you thought we was gonna go out like punk mother*****ers?Hell no
