Stephen Schwartz - Bald And Brown lyrics

Q-Vo Raza You motherf**ers can call me Wicked Representando en las pinches calles This is for the cholas And the pelones bandieros You know who you motherf**ers are Q-Vo Here to represent Los Angeles, Sur California It's still dos uno tres About that time to jump out of bed Blood shot my eyes, realized I had to shave my head Those that know show how nuestras calles roll While you're in the game ese you claim where you're from Still the same since the pinche pedo started Obsorbing thoughts with shots, but won't say it scarred it Living it, giving it, a voice for our street Won't except defeat, this loco craves the creep With me you roll with a flow that runs slow To understand me loco, 213 controla The streets where bandieros meet Boom, beat, embrace defeat Pistolas bust caps, ese we be rhyming raps In court fools still squeal, consider them rats That's just some sh** found and the Brown's where we clown This rola's for cholas the and those bald and brown [Chorus x2] Ba** turned up to bump Brownside sound Let them know all around we're the bald and brown Men, and our bandiero trend Is M-E-X-I-C-A-N Se ponle loco, where we roll some putos just don't know We give a f** tambien, Eastside South Central We creap, lurk, kick up dirt, making putos hurt These pinches locos call it putting in work Uno saben, otro saben their pistolas pound Pull the malditos down with no evidence found No crees, pero loco got two to the chest Now deceased is where that motherf**er rest Next to his homey, packing este, lonely Pointing and telling the judge that they both know me Trip, two culitos, neta ain't sh** Cuz through their barrio all they got was a dick We hit, dip, catch a stupid slipping Pop the clip in, pelones are tripping Again, puro pinche Mexican On the creep, staying deep for my Sureno land [Chorus x2] White t-shirt, Cortez, and my Levis Once I shave my head I've completed my disguise In your eyes you realize que controlo South Califas con nuestras clickas de cholo Solo aveces, but not all the time Wanna know what's on my mind, ese get out of line A Brownside'll bump it, here to prove something Vatos from Sur California always dumping Car to car or even in the street So trucha motherf**ers cuz it's on when we meet Heat protected, I never neglect it The fact that this loco don't know how to act Just strap and smoke weed to make my eyes bleed Sin semilla, that means no f**ing seed I light it and smoke it until I choke No feria in my pocket, damn I gotta get some dough [Chorus x2] Hell yea Ya saben quien es El pinche maldito, representando de las calles Lado cafe