Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Ruff , by - Brownside. Release date: 04.10.2012
Song language: English
So Ruff |
| A deadly image my life fading away |
| I relax to kick it think about my gangster ways |
| In my head I can see my homies |
| And some bitches also that know me |
| From the block you know we’re at the spot |
| Where everyday they slang weed and rock |
| Glock my gun cause there’s still more to come |
| Just to make sure my enemies get some |
| Thinking like a mad ass on a crazy trip |
| I stop to think really ain’t shit |
| Fuck it cause it’s all in the past |
| If only I knew I wouldn’t even last |
| I miss all the crazy times I had |
| Talking gang of shit going head up with my dad |
| For some problem we couldn’t resolve |
| Plus in my pocket a cuete that revolve |
| But not for him my mind was full of other sins |
| Took his ride with my Slim-Jim |
| Those were the days to the beginning of a maze |
| I even remember the first time that I blazed |
| So rough, so tough |
| Rolling through my city |
| So rough, so tough |
| Banging in my city |
| I sit back and reminisce of the good old days |
| Ditching parties, getting high were my crazy ass ways |
| Hanging out with my homies till late at night |
| On my block selling dope till the break of light |
| 49th street is were the spot was at |
| Right in front of my primo’s pad is where I sat |
| Living life in the fast lane |
| But at the same time, it was all a game |
| Juvenile Hall then I hit Y. A |
| Simon strolling in my blues in the County L. A |
| Holding my own as a young ass fool |
| But thinking at the time everything was cool |
| Gang banging pelones, tagged out cabrones |
| I hung around with nothing but crazy ass matones |
| That’s the life I live and only thing I know |
| Three strikes with the L is how my story goes |
| So much shit I overlooked |
| Just like that my pinche life was took |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’m a Mexican |
| Now I’m here just remembering |
| Believe me it’s all the same routine, you see |
| Who’s the next fool to come and be me |
| The moon ain’t cheese you’ll be begging on your knees |
| Still think you crazy, fuck with these |
| Troops who lay fools and pay dues daily |
| All the pedo on the streets made me |
| Wanna creep putting enemigas to sleep |
| Trucha con los carros que pasan deep |
| Yeah ese I remember all that |
| Not giving a fuck and daily carrying a strap |
| Back though to what I wanted you to know |
| I got caught up in the gang, no going back loco |
| So rough, so tough |
| (So ruff) |
| Rolling through my city |
| (When you’re rolling) |
| (When you’re rolling through my hood yeah) |
| So rough, so tough banging in my city |
| (Better watch your back) |
| (Don't you come creeping) |
| So rough, so tough |
| (Get caught slipping) |
| Rolling through my city |
| (In my hood, no no) |
| (Look up) |
| So rough, so tough |
| (Better roll somebody on the back of your hood) |
| Banging in my city |
| (Yeah, yeah) |