Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look Through My Eyes, artist - Brownside.
Date of issue: 31.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Look Through My Eyes |
Take time to listen, I’ll explain how it goes |
Living high gangster life, I’m the one now knows |
And rolls with cholos, bald-headed fools |
SCLA if you slip you lose |
Don’t slip like a trick, puto pack your shit |
Incase any bitch enemigas wanna trip |
If they snap, fuck that, gotta bust a cap |
It’s been like this, it’s gotta stay like that |
We got gang bang skill, no one to kill |
Don’t act like a punk bitch, gotta stay real |
Make em feel our heat, then their blood ske |
Mi clicka malitos, ese 2−1 Street |
We defeat who were compete in this catagory |
Of taking motherfuckers out for territory |
South Central is all I see |
Represent the Sur, simon 213 |
Look through my eyes, what do I see |
Los Angeles the big SC |
You wanna try, so come and trip |
Then you can see how life ain’t shit |
Living high life, with a gangster twist |
Enemies on my mind, so I made a list |
The putos we gotta get that ain’t about shit |
No jammers ese, just straps that spit |
So hit a lick, we begin, that’s the way it’s been |
At least in the mind of this Mexican |
Who can and will make your caps peel |
As long as this motherfucker could carry his steel |
Packing, strapping, full auto clips |
For whoever slips, we’ll get up in their mix |
They’re wise, despise they run like bitches |
Petho y petho, they’re punk ass snitches |
See we handle who we must not the ones who trust |
Always creeping in the hood with plans to bust |
And dust me, a few so they could know who |
Can do, premeditated murder fool |
Gang bang for my hood |
Put in work to do some good |
Gente ask me why, faci cuz I could |
On the block it don’t stop, it never will |
All I see pinche locos on the kill, staying real |
Yeah, same old shit just different day |
Plotting on the next puto’s head has gotta lay |
Don’t regret to check, ese fuck respect |
All I know my pinche homies are down for their shit |
Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better |
Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweaters |
Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues |
I keep it on the Brownside represent the Sur |
Yeah strap on hip, never fucking slip |
One pinche bandiero will dip if you trip |
Shit, tu saves, son otoclaves |
On os de medramos en las pinche calles |
The Brownside, to you is what we bring |
Mexican bandiero, this is where I come in |
See it’s been a firme ride to this point here |
But the shit I say gotta sound real clear |
This here’s for my homies who couldn’t see this day |
Risky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I say |
Respect when it’s due for the ones who stay true |
Cuz sooner or later we’ll be there with them too |
And for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hate |
Cuz you just can’t wait for your fucking release date |
Simon something I feel, not in it for the thrill |
Me and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it real |
So dos-uno-tres settle for nothing less |
All I know is you know, ese fuck the rest |
That’s right you heard it, they give you life you serve it |
Talk away in court for a fucking guilty verdict |
Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain’t with us no more |
For the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on the street |
Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see |
Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see |
Haha |