Brownside - Look Through My Eyes Lyrics
Take time to listen, I'll explain how it goesLiving high gangster life, I'm the one now knowsAnd rolls with cholos, bald-headed foolsSCLA if you slip you loseDon't slip like a trick, puto pack your shitIncase any ***** enemigas wanna tripIf they snap, ***** that, gotta bust a capIt's been like this, it's gotta stay like thatWe got gang bang skill, no one to killDon't act like a punk *****, gotta stay realMake em feel our heat, then their blood skeMi clicka malitos, ese 21 StreetWe defeat who were compete in this catagoryOf taking mother*****ers out for territorySouth Central is all I seeRepresent the Sur, simon 213[Chorus]Look through my eyes, what do I seeLos Angeles the big SCYou wanna try, so come and tripThen you can see how life ain't shitLiving high life, with a gangster twistEnemies on my mind, so I made a listThe putos we gotta get that ain't about shitNo jammers ese, just straps that spitSo hit a lick, we begin, that's the way it's beenAt least in the mind of this MexicanWho can and will make your caps peelAs long as this mother*****er could carry his steelPacking, strapping, full auto clipsFor whoever slips, we'll get up in their mixThey're wise, despise they run like *****esPetho y petho, they're punk ass snitchesSee we handle who we must not the ones who trustAlways creeping in the hood with plans to bustAnd dust me, a few so they could know whoCan do, premeditated murder fool[Chorus x2]Gang bang for my hoodPut in work to do some goodGente ask me why, faci cuz I couldOn the block it don't stop, it never willAll I see pinche locos on the kill, staying realYeah, same old shit just different dayPlotting on the next puto's head has gotta layDon't regret to check, ese ***** respectAll I know my pinche homies are down for their shitWhenever, whatever, more mother*****ers the betterMaking all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweatersYeah might catch the blues *****ing with some truesI keep it on the Brownside represent the SurYeah strap on hip, never *****ing slipOne pinche bandiero will dip if you tripShit, tu saves, son otoclavesOn os de medramos en las pinche calles[Chorus]The Brownside, to you is what we bringMexican bandiero, this is where I come inSee it's been a firme ride to this point hereBut the shit I say gotta sound real clearThis here's for my homies who couldn't see this dayRisky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I sayRespect when it's due for the ones who stay trueCuz sooner or later we'll be there with them tooAnd for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hateCuz you just can't wait for your *****ing release dateSimon something I feel, not in it for the thrillMe and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it realSo dos-uno-tres settle for nothing lessAll I know is you know, ese ***** the restThat's right you heard it, they give you life you serve itTalk away in court for a *****ing guilty verdict[Chorus x2]Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain't with us no moreFor the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on the streetYeah, look through my eyes what do I seeYeah, look through my eyes what do I seeHaha
