[Verse 1]
The city of L.A. is so messed up
Vatos from my varrio
Can't be stopped
Some say this
Some say that
It's not where you from
It's where you’re at
Torcido and you ain't nothing but a punk
Veneno wrote you up
So you nothing but a chump
Dos trece
In the varrio that's locced
Ask any varrio
Cause their homies get smoked to the ground
And they ask how it sound
And always find me firme
Dropping shit from the underground
Hoover park
Just like that
This is where I'm from
And this is where I'm at
Mucha gente sabe
Just what I be saying
Cause in my crazy varrio nobody be playing
Wanna run up?
You'll know whats up
Surenos, straight fuck shit up
Cause I'm a thug
Not a pussy cat
Little fucking trucos
Straight pimps like a mack playing bitches
Something like a spell
Tumbado so the shortys wanna dwell
The mighty 2-1-3 is on the map
I'm pimping some converse
And a fitted L.A. Cap
Getting older, getting high
One more time
Too young to die too proud to cry
[Verse 2]
Probably get smoked
Run instead
What I call my varrio
What I call my gang
You know that I play for keeps
Ponte trucha
Cause them narcos wanna creep
Ay Smokey, Ces, Lazy & Smurf
So how you gonna tell me that my homie's a punk
Chales my varrio's down
Every single clika gangster’d out
Southwest smoked the homeboy
Rico Rest In Peace
Fuck that
Raza don't want peace they want war
So the boy is soft
Caile Veneno
Let's go for a long ride to the other side
Hit every varrio
Lettin' them punks die
'Cause yo y Veneo somos gangster mack
Rolling through the side where it's full of rats
Soy truco
And I'm a pimp kinda vato
It's a friday night but I have to say alrato
Cruisin' at the boulevard
Hollywood is crazy but I'm just to hard
Got my cuete when I roam the strip
Cause I ain't a ranker
And I ain't about to slip
By a punk that'll make my day
Like a slipping point
Enemigas get sprayed
Came in to the varrio
Macking like a daddy
Riding shotgun in puppet's caddy
My varrio is the bomba
I can't lie
Too young to die too proud to cry
[Verse 3]
In to my lado locc and death
It's the west side
It ain't nothing fair
Cause I'm a low down
Slow down
Cause I'm from the calles
2-1-3 is in the house
So it's all about the underground
Ponle and you see what's next
A gang of motherfuckers
Got your ass on check
On a leva
You’re sitting on a scale
I guess there ain't no soldier
So your ass gotta bail up north
You're a fallen star
Running from the raza
So there you are
A farmer
A buster
That shit don't flow
Everybody know surenos run the show
Tapado, went out like a punk
Dos uno tres
Gonna show you wassup
Soy trucos
And my mind was super high
And I'm too young to die too proud to cry