Brownside So Ruff Lyrics

So Ruff Lyrics

A deadly image of my life fading away

I relax to kick it, thinkin about my gangster ways

In my head I can see my homies, and some bitches also that know me

From the block, you know we're at the spot 

With everyday they slang weed and rock

Got my gun cuz there's still more to come

Just to make sure my enemies get some

Thinkin like a mad ass on a crazy trip

I stop to think, really ain't shit

Fuck it, cuz it's all in the past

If only I knew, I wouldn't even last

I miss all the crazy times I had

Talkin gang of shit, goin headin with my dad

For some problem we couldn't resolve

Plus in my pocket a puete that revolve

But not for him, my mind was full of other sins

Took his ride with my slim-jim

Those were the days to the beginning of a maze

I even remember the first time that I blazed



[Chorus]

So rough, so tough

Rollin through my city

So rough, so tough

Bangin in my city



I sit back and reminice of the good old days

Hittin parties, gettin high were my crazy ass ways

Hanging out with my homies til late at night

On my block sellin dope til the break of light

49th Street was were the spot was at

Right in front of my primo's pad is were I sat

Living life in the fast lane

But at the same time it was all a game

Driven all hard then I hit YA

Simon, strolling in my blues in the County LA

Holding my own as a young ass fool

But thinking at the time everything was cool

Gang-bangin pelones, tagged-out cavrones

I hung around with nothing but crazy ass matones

That's the life I live and only thing I know

Three strikes what the hell, that's how my story goes



[Chorus]



So much shit I overlooked

Just like that my pinje life was took

I don't give a fuck I'm a Mexican

Now I'm here just rememberin

Believe me, it's all the same routine

See, who's the next fool to come and be me

The moon ain't cheese, you'll be beggin on your knees

Still think you crazy? Fuck with these

Troops who lace fools and pay dues daily

All the petho on the streets made me wanna creep, puttin enemigas to sleep

Tu conchos carros ¿Que pasa Dee?

Yea ese I remember all that

Not giving a fuck and daily carryin a strap

Back though, to what I wanted you to know

I got caught up in the gang, no goin back loco



[Chorus x2]