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brutal (chicano) - brownside كلمات الأغنية

[brutal _ verse 1:]
mama always working roaches climbing in my kitchen
cuz my pops doing time on the bus to san quentin
see i didn’t know better
still wearing the same sweater
waiting on the penitentiary letter, ey!
that nightmares fade away but thе pain stays forever
little homiе where i’m from there ain’t not sunshine
and when it’s time to go to war i’m on the frontline
cus i’mma do or i’mma die for my bloodline
look at my city where i’m from we’re just tryna survive
yeah, walking down my alley man you playing with your life
better think twice this the 619
you couldn’t walk a lap in my shoes if you wore the same size

[brutal _ chorus:] x2
i’m from the brownside homie coming straight out the border
right before i step outside i pray to god and my blower
and everywhere i go i gotta look over my shoulder
little homie from the hood hit that blunt
feel your death comes closer
[brutal _ verse 2:]
and all these hoes wanna f_ck a real chicano
she wants to get know who’s pito lowkow
thick ass mamacita suck her longas real slow
and i’mma bang her on the floor til she can’t no more
my mama trippin i’m a down ass mothaf_cking cholo
and all my enemies duck better lay low
cus i don’t f_ck with lames i rank solo
and if you dissin on my name you’s a hoe throat
yeah til the day i die i’m sticking to the g code
i’m solid as a rock, h_ll no i can’t fold
the story of a real ass vato untold
20 years old, parents smoking dope police banging on my door
pull up to the block: “esé where you from holmes?!”
the only family you got esés on the block
so before you step outside you better pray to god
cus i got fat glock and it won’t stop

[brutal _ chorus:] x2
i’m from the brownside homie coming straight out the border
right before i step outside i pray to god and my blower
and everywhere i go i gotta look over my shoulder
little homie from the hood hit that blunt
feel your death comes closer
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started from the border
tryna hustle for a quarter
san diego k!llafornia
liquor store in every corner
everywhere i go i gotta look over my shoulder
little homie from the hood hit that blunt
feel your death come closer…

- brutal chicano

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