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Текст песни Wicked - Bald And Brown

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Q-Vo RazaYou motherfuckers can call me WickedRepresentando en las pinches callesThis is for the cholasAnd the pelones bandierosYou know who you motherfuckers areQ-VoHere to representLos Angeles, Sur CaliforniaIt`s still dos uno tresAbout that time to jump out of bedBlood shot my eyes, realized I had to shave my headThose that know show how nuestras calles rollWhile you`re in the game ese you claim where you`re fromStill the same since the pinche pedo startedObsorbing thoughts with shots, but won`t say it scarred itLiving it, giving it, a voice for our streetWon`t except defeat, this loco craves the creepWith me you roll with a flow that runs slowTo understand me loco, 213 controlaThe streets where bandieros meetBoom, beat, embrace defeatPistolas bust caps, ese we be rhyming rapsIn court fools still squeal, consider them ratsThat`s just some shit found and the Brown`s where we clownThis rola`s for cholas the and those bald and brown[Chorus x2]Bass turned up to bump Brownside soundLet them know all around we`re the bald and brownMen, and our bandiero trendIs M-E-X-I-C-A-NSe ponle loco, where we roll some putos just don`t knowWe give a fuck tambien, Eastside South CentralWe creap, lurk, kick up dirt, making putos hurtThese pinches locos call it putting in workUno saben, otro saben their pistolas poundPull the malditos down with no evidence foundNo crees, pero loco got two to the chestNow deceased is where that motherfucker restNext to his homey, packing este, lonelyPointing and telling the judge that they both know meTrip, two culitos, neta ain`t shitCuz through their barrio all they got was a dickWe hit, dip, catch a stupid slippingPop the clip in, pelones are trippingAgain, puro pinche MexicanOn the creep, staying deep for my Sureno land[Chorus x2]White t-shirt, Cortez, and my LevisOnce I shave my head I`ve completed my disguiseIn your eyes you realize que controloSouth Califas con nuestras clickas de choloSolo aveces, but not all the timeWanna know what`s on my mind, ese get out of lineA Brownside`ll bump it, here to prove somethingVatos from Sur California always dumpingCar to car or even in the streetSo trucha motherfuckers cuz it`s on when we meetHeat protected, I never neglect itThe fact that this loco don`t know how to actJust strap and smoke weed to make my eyes bleedSin semilla, that means no fucking seedI light it and smoke it until I chokeNo feria in my pocket, damn I gotta get some dough[Chorus x2]Hell yeaYa saben quien esEl pinche maldito, representando de las callesLado cafe

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