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Brownside - Thirteen Reasons lyrics
Hey ese, at least some groups of little mocosos We were born to represent the Raza Hey man I didn't get asked to, I was jumped into this motherfucker To all the lifers doing time, keep your head up loco The thirteenth razon to be a Sureno is Hold your ground and put it down en las calles where you live Let's give thought to the twelfth, in your mind picture wealth Getting your slang on strong for your family and your health We break dough how we roll up in this hustle game Just for razones, I won't explain Razon numero once, es algo que conoses y union entre pandillas living Sureno Vida Some locos are with it, others choose to go broke Respecto for fuckers that call the gun smoke Hell yea, you know the deal ese always keep it real Razon numero diez, pack your fucking steal Cuz they will catch you slipping, they will pop their clip in And these Thirteen Razones are why these locos tripping Some stake you in their chest and go out the back door Wicked from Brownside here to make you fiend more [Chorus] Some don't want to hear it, but fuck it yo te enseno Trece razones to be a Sureno This is the way it should be done ese, remember where you're from Trece razones to be a Sureno One think we know is we have calle control Trece razones to be a Sureno Our lives and quettes cursed, the Brownside brought it first Trece razones to be a Sureno I break it down to number nine, this is one you keep on mind Put in work to pay your dues, remember always roll with trues Numero ocho should be something that we prove Like moving the celdas as Surenos proudly move Breaking fools left and right, when I explain it comes tight Living life as bandieros, catch you slipping do you right Some get to see the inside, others don't participate Razon numbero siete is to get out all the hate That we create while growing up, end up not giving a fuck Temper's a hair-trigger, that's why vatos learn to buck And duck to leave the scene, number six is for the fiend Addicted like a clucker to this gangster dream You see, what we do is jump in to the neck And I'm bringing it real, so what you see is what you get Number five never hide, you take it with you when you ride In Spanish it's orgullo in English they call it pride [Chorus] I'ma drop this last verse, don't forget that I'm the first To bring the curse of pistolas and that Super Sport hurst There's a couple more razones, but before I get to that Know that all of us Surenos never hesitate to snap, just like that Now you know, here comes number four It's survive in these streets cuz they stalk you hardcore So watch them close, eventually they'll creep And if I'm not mistaken, we're on reason number three Now you know all the rules but this one makes you choose It's a seed that gets planted and grows while you pay dues Now who's down with their pride? Number two can't be denied So I'ma let you putos know, it's still the Brownside Porque we don't hide nada like the rest of them chavalas What we can't handle with words, loco we handle with balas The primero razon is to have corazon And if your hoods respect it, ahi te haces cabron [Chorus] Trece razones To all you gangsters from the 213 |
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