Lyrics

Throw on some oldies and crease up my ropa I'm steppin it razor as I puff on mota That cholo capita the tan with uh white tee And "Khaki Ben Davis" I tell um, "Get like me" See this cholero so creased make my pants stand up All on they own I'm that vato from "Nasties" That 40 the "Ounce" I'm a loco por vida That "Nuevo Meshika" come straight out Artesia I'm reppin that five oh that five it's survival And putting it down for my G's in the barrio I'm keepin it "Nuevo" but old on the code Of the area we chillin I'm droppin them flows For the gangstas the homies the hynas and locas To bump at the party the kick back got cora For all of my jente who bumpin' my music This "Hate Proof" a psycho a villain who's ruthless And livin it crazy my homeboy be "Lazy" "Blue Devil" the ghetto's the place we be fading The 30's the 40'z the quarts and caguamas Up early no sleep on the porch with insomnia And I wanna shout out to homeboys in "Chuco" And "Fabens" and all of them places I do go Like Cali, Nevada, and Colo to A-Z This cholo show love ain't no one actin shady The homie "Big Santos" from east Side of "Bolen" I'm sendin' a "Q'vo" you know how we rollin It's up on the map and you know it's all firme All up on my rap and I'm never conceited To show love to people like all of my jente Who post up in "T-town" you're all represented Too many to name so I shout everybody Who threw me some skee-nah when I had nobody Cuz I come from the gutter the slums the bottom When times were the roughest no I ain't forgot um The cholo estilo I know where it's at Soy "Chicano" the raza all up on my track I bump oldies and sing um rep "Artesia Krazies" Repeat "Duke Of Earl" drinking brew in my "Stacys" This barrio this real ain't no fakin the funk On my face how I feel "N-B" clown getting drunk I'm uh flow till the end while I drink on uh chela And when the beat ends I'll just go acapella I thrive off this vida the way of the walk In the barrio with homies ain't no need to talk Cuz we livin it daily through thick and the thin Some are gone to the grave others just hit the pen But we know how it is we just roll with the punches And hold our heads high "Duke Of Earl" you don't want this The solid the firme official "Con Safos" Keep trucha no chingen con todos los vatos De "N-B" we rep it yeah you know the name And for those who don't know "Ese 40'z" no shame In my game when I'm hangin a pano with loccs on You know what it is I'm uh ride I'm uh go strong And pos I say chale to hataz who smirkin' Ni modo me vale we be the ones lurkin' Through the alleys and backstreets them levas they fear us The hataz of cholos them fools can't get near us I'm set in my ways and no I won't just change Jente pass every day and they stare at me strange But I know who I am I'm that wicked "Cuarentas" "T-town" ene be where I'm from foo que piensas? That I would sell out and pretend like I've moved on Then jump on the mic and yell sike on a new song Now that ain't the way I'm uh keep it one hundred Percent on this vida stay faded and blunted I'm gone with the sickness done faded the skitz Fifty-one fifty psycho with thirty round clips I remember those days I would say they're behind me But trouble you know well it knows where to find me But all's to the good with this "G" from the hood All them times in the past wouldn't change if I could So you know how it goes grab a brew get your drink on If that's how you live barrio life here to think on I drop all them rolas that remix to oldies To bump with them cholas and all of the homies Already homes You know the name Ese 40'z For those who don't know Oldies is where it's at ese One hundred percent "Chicano" And And when I hold you You'll be my dutchess Dutchess of earl We'll walk Through my dukedom And the paradise We will share
Writer(s): Francisco Dutchover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out