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