Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sureno Vida, artist - Brownside. Date of issue: 03.10.2003
Song language: English
Sureno Vida |
| Sureño Vida, that’s what we gonna call this motherfucker |
| (Yeah) |
| Q-Vo from that Sureño Vida ese |
| (Hell yeah) |
| This is Malito from Brownside |
| Nobody represents like we do |
| (Yeah, Brownside) |
| It don’t stop, it don’t quit |
| (Yeah it’s that old school shit) |
| 1990 to the year two John |
| (Mexican style you know) |
| Soy Malito 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’m 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 |
| 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 your mental, pendejo |
| Watcha |
| (Bring it siempre) |
| Si puedo que muleño, blue rag is a Sureño |
| Bloods and Crips have their room, dejame te ensueño |
| Pandilleros hold their grounds, other hold theirs |
| Straight gang-bangers, no fucking players |
| Cold stares and blocks in 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 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 yeah, 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, ese.) |
| Bald and Brown, Sureño 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 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 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 and lift let’s get out of shift |
| A gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimes |
| Pistando cerveza, Corona with limes |
| Hell yea, corona with limes |
| All you Pandillero motherfuckers out there |
| Sureño 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! |