(verse 1)
Los angeles the city of dreams
where homies runnin up a mug
if u know what i mean
from LA to the bay we all blue raggin chillin at the park pelon is straight bangin
rollin down theez streets
get into the swap meets
bitches lookin hella fine so we stay cleesed
Im bald headed and damn near brown
i got those J owls bumpin that gansta sounds
steady rollin thru the county sun
top down three wheels
and now we havin some fun
and you know the shit straight wont stop
im on hundred spun datons and always ready to drop
oh yeah now the party has begun
if you drop a dime your ass better run
cuz im on my third
and straight ready to hit the first stupid mother fucker that tries to ruin my mix bitch
(chorus)
this is how we livin everday in LA
in theez streets theres no peace cant you see
this is how we livin everday in LA
uuuuh yeah
(verse 2)
heres a toast for the homies doin life
for the big south side up in the sky brown pride i keep this shit up to my days
it takes alot of heart to bang in LA
thru theez fuckin streetz aint nothin but a strugle
hang tight and dont let no one burst your bubble
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keep it real and put down the straps
and thank the lord for making you a man lets come together
we all got to ride simone
lets get toghether and represent that brown pride
su calnitas is my home
and this is where we're starting with the lil homies always up the trome
rollin thru theez ghetto cayihornes creased up and ownin on they told us
with ghettto birds always right behind
us
but fuck it cuz imma ride 4 my side
(Repeat chorus)
I cant forget the homies that i lost
in theez streets you gotta pay the cost
i pore some liquor and roll up some herb reminensin about the days we be posted at the curb
remember nights we all used to party getting high and drinking some bacardi los angeles the heartless city
everthing is like a story simone
a new begining
wonderin if we're gon make it to see another day
well pinche one time always wants to see us locked away
cuffed up like a sin
i wish one day all this drama soon will change
we gotta live we gotta hold our own
and show the world how the southside roams
in the union we straight focused soldiers ghetto mined
and aint no one gon hold us
(repeat chorus)

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