Born & Raised

Ooh, Mr. Blue, Blunted One

And that SiKCo

(Outtahand on the track)

(And where we at?)

California

(Haha that’s right)

Born and raised in the Golden state

Trying to get paid some how some way

But it seems as though my doe don’t wait

But I know my flow is so so great

So I keep on flowing and going, rolling, blowing on that Cali bud

Showing nothing but Cali love

And jump back to America

America I’m serving ya

A proper dose of the west coast

Triple gold spokes

Getting high and post up at the voló up at the car shows

I’m living my life so loco

Surrounded by crazy vatos

That be stalking the streets like gatos

He smoking more fools than frajos

It’s gacho, the way that we live

Surrounded by so much negative

On my way to the grave or the pen

Unless this game, it lets me in

Pero mi sangre is Mexican

Plus I got horns up on my head

And I don’t say what starts within

I consider myself a cholo man

I smoke one for the homies

Keeping it gangster mobbin’ low lows

I smoke one for the homies

Up at the pen or out on parole

I smoke one for the homies

Who ain’t here but at a crossroads

Until we meet again homies

Ay te wacho

Born and raised

Through the golden state

Californ-I-A

Where the gangsters love to play

(California)

Born and raised

Through the golden state (California)

Californ-I-A (California)

Where the gangsters love to play (California)

Love me or love me not

On the mic keep it nice

Give you what you want

Give me what you got cause you’re part of a plot

Pickpocket muthafuckas til the day I drop

Pack your steel or pay your bills

Pimp or pleasure, just keep it real

We’re so damn hard, looking so damn good

Jacking, macking, attacking like a playa should

So do you really wanna?

Wanna fuck with me-me?

Making it happen with my California dreams

B-L-U-N-T-T this is who I be, be

E-D-One don’t act dumb

Cause your ass wanna be me

California A

Home of the brave

Home of the muthafucking crystal and the crank

Mystical, magical, medical dank

Scramble your brains if you want to man

The golden state gon regulate

From state to state

Gonna keep my faith

Better pump your brakes

Make no mistakes

Gonna shake the fake

Gonna cut the cake

Because life is great

Won't hesitate

For the paper chase I’m a risk the pace

For the paper chase I’m a risk the pace

Push the pace, push the pace

Lets keep the change and I’m a bring the pain

Shit keeps poppin’ like a shooting range

Everyday I’m gonna get paid

Tax this game in a major way

Born and raised

Through the golden state

Californ-I-A

Where the gangsters love to play

(California)

Born and raised

Through the golden state (California)

Californ-I-A (California)

Where the gangsters love to play (California)

I grew up in the city of, Bakersfield

In the East side everybody maybe has to kill

Cause fools stay trippin’

With a gun and ammunition

This is all in the centro of califas homie listen

We’re known for our palm trees

We’re known for that bomb weed

That everybody be smokin’ tokin’

Here in the centro valley

And this is Cali

En español, es California

Donde los homies trippin’

De volada, run up on ya

With a carona

Fucking puercos point pistolas

They caught me up next block

Smoking on that chronic doja

Sat me on the ground

Trying to fucking take me down

To the muthafucken station

The homie jumped up and screamed “let’s bounce”

So we skit, fucking scatter

Trying to make our pockets fatter

Living fucking bigger than the LA Dodgers batters

And this is west coast

The one you love the most

Where we have fine bitches

And nasty little fucking hoes

Born and raised

Through the golden state

Californ-I-A

Where the gangsters love to play

(California)

Born and raised

Through the golden state (California)

Californ-I-A (California)

Where the gangsters love to play (California)

Born and raised

Through the golden state

Californ-I-A

Where the gangsters love to play

(California)

Born and raised

Through the golden state (California)

Californ-I-A (California)

Where the gangsters love to play (California)

Another classic out the Centro Side, baby, baby

Baby-ayyy

And that’s how we put it down in the underground

With that west coast gangsta sound haha

Big q’vole to all the Centro Side riders

Who helped put this album together

And a big shout out

To all the fans that be supporting our music and our movement

Gracias, make sure you check us out at

CentroSide.com

Spread the word

Centro Side is here and we ain’t going nowhere

Besides the top (Killafornia)