El Sangre - Suburban Bourbon lyrics

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El Sangre - Suburban Bourbon lyrics

Do you think I f**ing care about this b**hy world? Living in this sh**-hole that has been already f**ed and sold f*gs and coke is too regular for me, give me something more I can live my sh** up, dressed up in f**ing north pole Ain't I a stinker? What's up, doc? Are you talking to me? You know what, I ain't Bugs Bunny, it's all about the money Gimme some dough, I'm in dope, and I got something to rhyme Name it, big explosions, guns, anything against the G crime I'm a gangster, thug, I'm family with the knife Betray me, motherf**er, now start running for your life I have my crew look a different through, you'll get it when you're through Bloodstains, take credit, I like to clean it with my brew You can hit the floor cause my flow is hot like your brother's who*e Encore, hit you like M4, some C4, pa** the tempo I voted for Al Gore, processors are sh**, dualcore, f** this, bring it, b**h El Sangre: El Sangre es crudeza, yo disparo tu cabeza Sangre por la dresser, off your sweater, only better if I used la escopeta Adora tu alteza, soy el rey del braveza Without a gun, estamos nada They'll be running rápitada Tied up with thread, with a firm bullet in his head Yes, that's what I said, their lives rely on street cred On the streets with no doctors, no meds, no feds, no beds Just leaking reds in their f**ing sheds It ain't easy against this guy with this armoured shield and face He's pushing through your streets while others are rioting in the place You end up taking a nightstick right in the f**ing face Cause in the end, all it is, is about the f**ing blood taste f**ers getting slaughtered daily, daughters getting bought like Baileys Drivebys happening, he's crying and we'll laugh at him Tap him and slap him, he's woken up, now batter him You hide from every car in case it's the f**ing drug rey You wake up and can't believe you're still breathing in this violent city Hay guerras de drogas que terminan nuestro casa Esas guerras me tocan y matan nuestro raza La gente abberante son sólo un estudante Baila conmigo en el fuego del fin de nuestro mundo Hacemos mueves nueves, menarse como sólo uno El Imperio yo estoy, tu amor no tienes, lo doy Nunca puedes saber que van a hacer o que yo soy

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