Текст (слова) песни: Wicked - Bald And Brown

 
Q-Vo Raza 
You motherfuckers can call me Wicked 
Representando en las pinches calles 
This is for the cholas 
And the pelones bandieros 
You know who you motherfuckers are 
Q-Vo 
Here to represent 
Los Angeles, Sur California 
It`s still dos uno tres 
 
About that time to jump out of bed 
Blood shot my eyes, realized I had to shave my head 
Those that know show how nuestras calles roll 
While you`re in the game ese you claim where you`re from 
Still the same since the pinche pedo started 
Obsorbing thoughts with shots, but won`t say it scarred it 
Living it, giving it, a voice for our street 
Won`t except defeat, this loco craves the creep 
With me you roll with a flow that runs slow 
To understand me loco, 213 controla 
The streets where bandieros meet 
Boom, beat, embrace defeat 
Pistolas bust caps, ese we be rhyming raps 
In court fools still squeal, consider them rats 
That`s just some shit found and the Brown`s where we clown 
This rola`s for cholas the and those bald and brown 
 
[Chorus x2] 
Bass turned up to bump Brownside sound 
Let them know all around we`re the bald and brown 
Men, and our bandiero trend 
Is M-E-X-I-C-A-N 
 
Se ponle loco, where we roll some putos just don`t know 
We give a fuck tambien, Eastside South Central 
We creap, lurk, kick up dirt, making putos hurt 
These pinches locos call it putting in work 
Uno saben, otro saben their pistolas pound 
Pull the malditos down with no evidence found 
No crees, pero loco got two to the chest 
Now deceased is where that motherfucker rest 
Next to his homey, packing este, lonely 
Pointing and telling the judge that they both know me 
Trip, two culitos, neta ain`t shit 
Cuz through their barrio all they got was a dick 
We hit, dip, catch a stupid slipping 
Pop the clip in, pelones are tripping 
Again, puro pinche Mexican 
On the creep, staying deep for my Sureno land 
 
[Chorus x2] 
 
White t-shirt, Cortez, and my Levis 
Once I shave my head I`ve completed my disguise 
In your eyes you realize que controlo 
South Califas con nuestras clickas de cholo 
Solo aveces, but not all the time 
Wanna know what`s on my mind, ese get out of line 
A Brownside`ll bump it, here to prove something 
Vatos from Sur California always dumping 
Car to car or even in the street 
So trucha motherfuckers cuz it`s on when we meet 
Heat protected, I never neglect it 
The fact that this loco don`t know how to act 
Just strap and smoke weed to make my eyes bleed 
Sin semilla, that means no fucking seed 
I light it and smoke it until I choke 
No feria in my pocket, damn I gotta get some dough 
 
[Chorus x2] 
 
Hell yea 
Ya saben quien es 
El pinche maldito, representando de las calles 
Lado cafe
 

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Bald And Brown