Текст песни Lil` Rob - Sureno Blues
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PonleI jump in my 1963 ChevroletWatch it lay, oraleOn the floor, en el sueloLifts me off the ground just like a leсo, que noSimon, packs much power just like mi cueteTrece cuarenta y sieteYou`re all up in my mix ese, ya veteBefore you get sliced and diced with the macheteNo te mesa, no se que no te importa nota pinche levaMeet me wherever whenever`s cleverPonle homey, turn up the systemI got the Sureno blues rhythmAin`t nothing quite like it, I like itSomething to bump to, get drunk toI`m down for smoking and drinking and deep thinkingDeep conversations gets me in like invitationsImitations everywhere like a Dayton without a stampBut my shit`s so tight when it comes out the speakers it gives you ear crampsPerhaps you`ve met me, perhaps you`ve never had the pleasureIt never rains in sunny Southern California homeboyNever ever cross the wrong homeboy`s path and expect to get the last laughNuh-huh, not hereYou talk shit about me, but you refuse to look at yourself in the mirrorPeek a boo, disappear, don`t nobody want you hereSuprised? I`m revivedResurrected from this overdose of thoughtsMaking my ears ring like gunshotsFuck love it`s all about the feriaThat`s what makes this world go roundYou try not to believe that But that`s the only feedback, I get from living life my wayNot a surfer, but I used to ride the crime wavesUsed to live life sideways, wicked slick and sly waysDriving thirty down the highwaysAnd I still can`t wait for FridaysHey homeboyWhat`s upHaven`t you heard the news?What`s that?Lil` Rob got a brand new sound ese, called the Sureno blues babyAnd this is how it gets down on the brownside of townSouthern Califas style homeboy, check it outSimonNow when I slip I dip and hit my switch three pumps to the frontAnd hop the `63 down the calleDrop it to the floor and watch it spark the fuck upPonleDrop the top, watch the copsTime to go, keep it slowCuz everybody knows it`s not hard to spot a pelonCruising an old Chevy convertibleIt`s incredible, serious, serio, all in your stereoKeep it original, imagine the videoGoddamn that`d be bombEverybody begging me to make my song three hours longBubble up like a bong, it shouldn`t belongWhile the rest of you vatos keep talking shit about each otherGoing back and forth like ping pong, now that`s wrongSay you`re gonna do it, then do itSay you`re gonna pull it, then pull itGot a point to prove ese, then prove itWhat you waiting for homeboy, you ain`t shit and I fucking knew itWalk down to the old liquor storeTo grab me a bottle of that old funky wineI`m gonna drink it all by myselfAin`t nobody`s business but mineWhewCatch me drinking funky wine down by the riversideSouth, watch your fucking mouth or you`ll be floating up the riverPescados having you for dinnerClaiming that you`re badder cuz you`re biggerHomeboy how the fuck you figure?I`m chopped down trees and brought bigger enemies to their kneesSo please, please, pleaseGet gone with the breeze or gone with the wind, whichever one comes inYou remind me of the Wizard of Oz and that vato made of tinNo heart, don`t start something you can`t finishCuz when it comes down to it I`m gonna mean businessAnd I`m in it to win it and you best believe I`ll kill itAnd I`ll witness your quickness to your own fucking finish esePonleHaha, Sureno bluesThat`s right, simon eseThat`s how we put it down homeboyGet down homey, get downShow em what Sureno blues is all about ese, que noPonleThat`s rightSimonThat`s my Sureno bluesGet down ese, get downGet down homeyYeah, that`s rightWhewThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s my Sureno bluesThat`s right, oh yeahThis is my, Sureno blues