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So Ruff
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Hip-Hop/Rap
So Ruff was released on July 12, 1997 by East Town Records as a part of the album Eastside Drama
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Release DateJuly 12, 1997
LabelEast Town Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brownside
Brownside
Performer
Wicked (Ghetto Mafia)
Wicked (Ghetto Mafia)
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Preuss
Richard Preuss
Songwriter
Gilbert Izquierdo
Gilbert Izquierdo
Songwriter
Pierre Lamas
Pierre Lamas
Songwriter

Lyrics

A deadly image, my life fading away
I relax to kick and think about my gangsta ways
In my head I can see my homies
And some bitches also that know me
From the block, you know we're at the spot
Where every day they slang weed and rock
Glock my gun, cause there's still more to come
Just to make sure my enemies get some
Thinking like a mad ass on a crazy trip
I stop to think, really ain't shit
Fuck it, cause it's all in the past
If only I knew I wouldn't even last
I miss all the crazy times I had
Talking gang and shit, going head up with my dad
For some problem we couldn't resolve
Plus in my pocket a cuarto that revolved
But not for him, my mind was full of other sin
Took his ride with my slim jim
Those were the days to the beginning of a maze
I even remember the first time that I blazed
So rough, so tough
Rolling through my city
So rough, so tough
Banging in my city
I sit back and reminisce of the good old days
Ditching parties, getting high were my crazy ass ways
Hanging out with my homies 'til late at night
On my block selling dope 'til the break of light
39Th Street is where the spot was at
Right in front of my primo's pad is where I sat
Living life in the fast lane
But at the same time it was all a game
Juvenile hall then I hit Y.A
See more strolling in my blues in the county L.A
Holding my own as a young ass fool
But thinking at the time everything was cool
Gang banging pelones, tagged out cabrones
I hung around with nada but crazy ass matones
That's the life I live and only thing I know
Three strikes, what the hell, is how my story goes
So rough, so tough
Rolling through my city
So rough, so tough
Banging in my city
So much shit I overlooked
Just like that my pinche life was took
I don't give a fuck, I'm a Mexican
Now I'm here just remembering
Believe me, it's all the same routine
See who's the next fool to come and be me
The moon ain't cheese, you be begging on your knees
Still think you crazy? Fuck with these truths
Who lay fools and pay dues daily
All the pelo on the streets made me
Wanna creep, putting enemigas to sleep
Trucha con los carros que pasan deep
Yeah, see I remember all that
Not giving a fuck and daily carrying a strap
Back though to what I wanted you to know
I got caught up in the gang, no going back loco
So rough, so tough
Rolling through my city
So rough, so tough
Banging in my city
Written by: Gilbert Izquierdo, Pierre Lamas, Richard Preuss
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