So Ruff (Explicit) - Wicked/Brownside
A deadly image of my life fading away
I relax to kick it thinkin about my gangster ways
In my head I can see my homies and some b**ches also that know me
From the block you know we＇re at the spot
With everyday they slang w**d and rock
Got my gun cuz there＇s still more to come
Just to make sure my enemies get some
Thinkin like a mad a** on a crazy trip
I stop to think really ain＇t sh*t
F**k it cuz it＇s all in the past
If only I knew I wouldn＇t even last
I miss all the crazy times I had
Talkin gang of sh*t goin headin with my dad
For some problem we couldn＇t resolve
Plus in my pocket a puete that revolve
But not for him my mind was full of other sins
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
Rollin through my city
So rough so tough
Bangin in my city
I sit back and reminice of the good old days
Hittin parties gettin high were my crazy a** ways
Hanging out with my homies til late at night
On my block sellin d**e til the break of light
49th Street was were the spot was at
Right in front of my primo＇s pad is were I sat
Living life in the fast lane
But at the same time it was all a game
Driven all hard then I hit YA
Simon strolling in my blues in the County LA
Holding my own as a young a** fool
But thinking at the time everything was cool
Gang-bangin pelones tagged-out cavrones
I hung around with nothing but crazy a** matones
That＇s the life I live and only thing I know
Three strikes what the hell that＇s how my story goes
So rough so tough
Rollin through my city
So rough so tough
Bangin in my city
So much sh*t I overlooked
Just like that my pinje life was took
I don＇t give a f**k I＇m a Mexican
Now I＇m here just rememberin
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＇ll be beggin on your knees
Still think you crazy F**k with these
Troops who lace fools and pay dues daily
All the petho on the streets made me wanna creep puttin enemigas to sleep
Tu conchos carros Que pasa Dee
Yea ese I remember all that
Not giving a f**k and daily carryin a strap
Back though to what I wanted you to know
I got caught up in the gang no goin back loco
So rough so tough
Rollin through my city
So rough so tough
Bangin in my city
So rough so tough
Rollin through my city
So rough so tough
Bangin in my city
