Sureño Vida, that's what we gonna call this motherfucker

(Yeah)

Q-Vo from that Sureño Vida ese (Hell yeah)

This is Maldito from Brownside

Nobody represents like we do

(Yeah, Brownside)

It don't stop, it don't quit

(The Eastside, yeah it's that old school shit)

1990 to the year two John

(Bring that motherfucker back, bring that motherfucker back)

(Mexican style, you know)

Soy Maldito de Brownside, ya te la sabes

Explicando realidad directo from las calles

Sur California represented at it's best

SCLA puts you huevos at test

While you're high as a bird, gang-banging on the curb

Some end up getting shot, fuckers have nerve

To serve those who need it, some get defeated

Locos don't stop until this mission is completed

That's Sureño Vida, trip out loco mira

Don't slip on them cuetes y las balas que te tira

I'll make it clear, now you picture what you hear

Sureños dos-uno-tres, simón loco we're here

Putting a spot on the map for nuestra raza

I'll start with the Brownside, vamos a ver que pasa

I'll speak on things that'll make you street wise

Now, lend me your ears and I'll open your eyes

Hell yeah!

I'll open your fucking eyes

You just lend me your ears, ese

Taking a little trip through the Eastside, South Central

In your mental... (yeah, what else) pendejo (Q-vo Toker)

(Don't quit motherfucker) Watcha

(Bring it siempre)

Si puedo, quemo leño, blue rag is a Sureño

Bloods and Crips have their room, déjame te enseño

Pandilleros hold their grounds, other hold theirs

Straight gang-bangers, no fucking players

Cold stares and Glocks if you're on the wrong block

This pedo don't quit and this shit won't stop

The point I keep strong, know where you belong

Stay up, live long and keep your mentality strong

Live and give knowledge to snotty mocosos

Before they fuck theirs and dig out their own poso

Finally the end, that's what they'll meet

Either a black body bag or a pinche white sheet

They creep in the street con bullets and heat

Survive and stay alive or else finish and sleep

That's the last sound they'll hear

The cuerpo loses your soul, then they're out of here

Hell yeah, that one goes out to the little mocosos in the fucking calles (Calles, calles)

You knuckleheads know who you are (Knuckleheads)

We all come from the same roots

(Yeah we been there, ese.)

Bald and Brown... Sureño Vida

(Bald and brown baby, bald and brown)

Trip out loco, mira

A pen and pad of paper is all a loco has

Got to find money, you know and take the cash

To last in this mundo blast en un segundo

Roll it, I'll light it, then it's your turno

Pass it to the right (Mari, Mari) that's right

Drinking pisto and smoke weed, just do what you like

To go through with a plan know where you stand

And I'm that man that'll make you say "Goddamn"

The concrete we stand on is strong like my gente

Time has come para que un loco represente

With no one to blame, we maintain insane

In this rap game, porque we feel no shame

Of our style we roll with, a toque or spliff

Que levante and lift, this loquera to shift

A gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimes

Pistando cerveza, Corona with limes

Hell yeah, corona with limes, you know

All you Pandillero motherfuckers out there

Sureño Vida, dos-uno-tres

S-C-L-A... Eastside, you know

Brownside... you know we're here to stay

What you thought we were gonna go out like punk motherfuckers?

Hell no!