Sureño Vida

Lyrics

[Intro Dialogue: Wicked] Sureño Vida, that's what we gonna call this motherfucker (Yeah) Q-Vo from that Sureño Vida ese (Hell yeah) This is Maldito from Brownside Nobody represents like we do (Yeah, Brownside) It don't stop, it don't quit (The Eastside, yeah it's that old school shit) 1990 to the year two John (Bring that motherfucker back, bring that motherfucker back) (Mexican style, you know) [Verse 1: Wicked] Soy Maldito 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'll 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 [Mid Dialogue: Wicked] Hell yeah! 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... (yeah, what else) pendejo (Q-vo Toker) (Don't quit motherfucker) Watcha (Bring it siempre) [Verse 2: Wicked] Si puedo que moleño, blue rag is a Sureño Bloods and Crips have their room, déjame te enseño Pandilleros hold their grounds, other hold theirs Straight gang-bangers, no fucking players Cold stares and Glocks if 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, that's 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 [Dialogue: Wicked] Hell yeah, that one goes out to the little mocosos in the fucking calles (Calles, 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) [Verse 3: Wicked] A pen and pad of paper is all a loco has Got to 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 para que el 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, a toque or spliff Que levante and lift, this loquera to shift A gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimes Pistando cerveza, Corona with limes [Outro Dialogue: Wicked] Hell yeah, corona with limes, you know All you Pandillero motherfuckers out there Sureño Vida, dos-uno-tres S-C-L-A... Eastside, you know Brownside... you know we're here to stay What you thought we was gonna go out like punk motherfuckers? Hell no!