So Ruff - Brownside, Wicked

A deadly image my life fading away

I relax to kick it think about my gangster 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 everyday 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 of shit going head up with my dad

For some problem we couldn’t resolve

Plus in my pocket a cuete 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

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 till late at night

On my block selling dope till the break of light

49th street is were 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

Simon 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 nothing but crazy ass matones

That’s the life I live and only thing I know

Three strikes with the L is how my story goes

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, you see

Who’s the next fool to come and be me

The moon ain’t cheese you’ll be begging on your knees

Still think you crazy, fuck with these

Troops who lay fools and pay dues daily

All the pedo on the streets made me

Wanna creep putting enemigas to sleep

Trucha con los carros que pasan deep

Yeah ese 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

(So ruff)

Rolling through my city

(When you’re rolling)

(When you’re rolling through my hood yeah)

So rough, so tough banging in my city

(Better watch your back)

(Don't you come creeping)

So rough, so tough

(Get caught slipping)

Rolling through my city

(In my hood, no no)

(Look up)

So rough, so tough

(Better roll somebody on the back of your hood)

Banging in my city

(Yeah, yeah)