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(Shady Boy, Midget, Fiesty & Mr. Chino Grande) VERSE 1: Yeah Im In A 63 Bouncin' To A Beat Los Angeles Cali Where The Gangstas Meet Shady Boys My Plaquiaso The Way That I Scream I'll Either End Up In Prison Or End Up Six Feet Deep Eleven Five Fiffty Of That Meth And Fedimy Enemy I Let' Em In Bullet Shells Hit The Sink This Is Six Letter Dogg The Mutha Fuckin Jeff Still Gon Bang That Shit With The Ink On My Flesh Just Be One Of Killa Cali Moor Park All Day Trying To Catch Me You Aint Creepin Cause I Dip In A K You Here The Shots When They Rang Monte Flores Be The Gang Letras de cancionesEyes Low Rims Slow Do You Really Wanna Bang Its The Wicked Wicked West Thats It Thats My Q And My First Time On The Block I Know Exactly What To Do Death Before Dishonor I Dont Know About Defeat Six Letter On My Dome Charlie Row Runs The Streets See The Homies In The Street Im Calling Out Got A City That Think Am Balling Now Trying Live My Life Like My Last Day In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name Even Though We Try And Hustle Dont Think That We Didnt Have To Struggle So Pay Attention To Words I Say Cause This Could Be My Last Day Gang Life Murder Rights In That Boyle Heights Killing Spree We Just Bleed Just To Earn Them Stripes Tatoos Bunch Of Skulls With The Violent Crimes Inked Up In The Skin Aztec Mexicans Iced Dimmed Comprehended Could Be Life In The Pin Flat's Life Be My Life Til My Renchard Sin I'll Lose My Soul For The Row And My Varrio Like C G Says That On Serio When Gangs Never Resting I'll Be Putting You Down In The City Of El Monte Flores Just Stoppin Grounds All The Homies Givvin Cleasure Making Ashes Street Wires Dont Criticize The Ese Just For Livin His Life Surving On The Streets And Aint No Joke Everyday You Hear About Another Vato Gettin Smoked Funerals Comming Flashing In Hard Days Prayers From A Heaven Open Never Live Another Day See The Homies In The Street Im Calling Out Got A City That Think Am Balling Now Trying Live My Life Like My Last Day In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name Even Though We Try And Hustle Dont Think That We Didnt Have To Struggle So Pay Attention To Words I Say Cause This Could Be My Last Day Damn Perro MotherFuckin Streets Are Hectic Ese MotherFuckers Dying Everyday Homie Thats Right Its Dedicated To All The Riders Out There Homeboy In The City Of A Dub And We Show No Mercy Ese Times Running Out In The Streets Dont Curse Me And Yet Another Brown Skull Go And A Life So Puzzle Cheap Or Well Fair So We Force To Hustle Tatoos On My Dome Aint No Place Like Home Serving Pierras In The Varrio Its That Danger Zone Criminal Tactics We Blasted The Last Man Standing You Can Ask My Perro Twitts While We Trouble And Laughin Now The Ranfla Homeboy Like An Aztec Play To The Pistol Barrel Smoking Loco What Can I Say I Try To Do Whats Right But The Streets Is Calling I Got A CD Now And Now They Think Am Balling But The Truth Of The Matter Is That Am Driving With My Killa They Try Me To Killa Neighborhood Brain Spilla Aint No Studio In Mind If You Think So Test Me You Aint Even Impressing Yet Them Locos Is Flexing See The Homies In The Street Im Calling Out Got A City That Think Am Balling Now Trying Live My Life Like My Last Day In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name Even Though We Try And Hustle Dont Think That We Didnt Have To Struggle So Pay Attention To Words I Say Cause This Could Be My Last Day (Thanks to Mr. Capone-E for these lyrics) From Letras Mania