Look Through My Eyes

Take time to listen, I'll explain how it goes

Living high gangster life, I'm the one now knows

And rolls with cholos, bald-headed fools

SCLA if you slip you lose

Don't slip like a trick, puto pack your shit

Incase any bitch enemigas wanna trip

If they snap, fuck that, gotta bust a cap

It's been like this, it's gotta stay like that

We got gang bang skill, no one to kill

Don't act like a punk bitch, gotta stay real

Make em feel our heat, then their blood ske

Mi clicka malitos, ese 21 Street

We defeat who were compete in this catagory

Of taking motherfuckers out for territory

South Central is all I see

Represent the Sur, simon 213

[Chorus]

Look through my eyes, what do I see

Los Angeles the big SC

You wanna try, so come and trip

Then you can see how life ain't shit

Living high life, with a gangster twist

Enemies on my mind, so I made a list

The putos we gotta get that ain't about shit

No jammers ese, just straps that spit

So hit a lick, we begin, that's the way it's been

At least in the mind of this Mexican

Who can and will make your caps peel

As long as this motherfucker could carry his steel

Packing, strapping, full auto clips

For whoever slips, we'll get up in their mix

They're wise, despise they run like bitches

Petho y petho, they're punk ass snitches

See we handle who we must not the ones who trust

Always creeping in the hood with plans to bust

And dust me, a few so they could know who

Can do, premeditated murder fool

[Chorus x2]

Gang bang for my hood

Put in work to do some good

Gente ask me why, faci cuz I could

On the block it don't stop, it never will

All I see pinche locos on the kill, staying real

Yeah, same old shit just different day

Plotting on the next puto's head has gotta lay

Don't regret to check, ese fuck respect

All I know my pinche homies are down for their shit

Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better

Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweaters

Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues

I keep it on the Brownside represent the Sur

Yeah strap on hip, never fucking slip

One pinche bandiero will dip if you trip

Shit, tu saves, son otoclaves

On os de medramos en las pinche calles

[Chorus]

The Brownside, to you is what we bring

Mexican bandiero, this is where I come in

See it's been a firme ride to this point here

But the shit I say gotta sound real clear

This here's for my homies who couldn't see this day

Risky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I say

Respect when it's due for the ones who stay true

Cuz sooner or later we'll be there with them too

And for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hate

Cuz you just can't wait for your fucking release date

Simon something I feel, not in it for the thrill

Me and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it real

So dos-uno-tres settle for nothing less

All I know is you know, ese fuck the rest

That's right you heard it, they give you life you serve it

Talk away in court for a fucking guilty verdict

[Chorus x2]

Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain't with us no more

For the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on the street

Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see

Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see

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