Sureno Vida  That's what we gonna call this motherfucker  Yeah  Q-Vo, it's that Sureno Vida ese  Hell yeah  This is Malito from Brownside  Nobody represents like we do  Yeah, Brownside  It don't stop, the Eastside  It don't quit, yeah it's that old school shit  1990 to the year 2G  Mexican style you know    Soy Malito de Brownside, ya tela saves  Espicando preridad dedeto from las calles  Sur California represent it at it's best  SCLA puts you juevos at test  While you're high as a bird, gang-banging on the curb  Some end up getting shot, fuckers have nerve  To serve those who need it, some get defeated  Locos don't stop until this mission is completed  That's Sureno Vida, trip out loco mira  Don't slip on them quettes y las balas que tepira  I'll make it clear, now you picture what you hear  Surenos dos-uno-tres simon loco we're here  Putting a spot on the map for Nuestra Raza  I'm start with the Brownside, vamos you know que pasa  I'll speak on things that'll make you street wise  Now lend me your ears and I'll open your eyes    Hell yea  How long can you fucking hide  You just lend me your ears ese  Taking a little trip through the Eastside  South Central in ya mental  Bendejo  Bring it siempre    Si puero que muleño  Blue rag is a Sureno  Bloods and Crip have their room  Deja mete sueño  Bandieros hold their grounds, other hold theirs  Straight gang-bangers, no fucking players  Cold stares and blocks in you're on the wrong block  This petho don't quit and this shit won't stop  The point I keep strong, know where you belong  Stay up, live long and keep your mentality strong  Live and give knowledge to snotty mocosos  Before they fuck theirs and dig out the wrong poso  Finally the end is what they'll meet  Either a black body bag or a pinche white sheet  They creep in the street con bullets and heat  Survive and stay alive or else finish and sleep  That's the last sound they'll hear  The cuerpo loses a soul then they're out of here    Hell yea  That one goes out to the little mocosos in the fucking calles  You knuckleheads know who you are  Knuckleheads  We all come from the same roots  Yeah we been there  Bald and Brown, Sureno Vida  Bald and Brown baby  Bald and Brown    A pen and pad of paper is all a loco has  Gotta find money you know, and take the cash  To last in this mundo blast never segundo  Roll it, I'll light it, then it's your turno  Pass it to the right (Mari Mari) that's right  Drinking besto and smoke weed, just do what you like  To go through with a plan know where you stand  And I'm that man that'll make you say "Goddamn"  The concrete we stand on is strong like my gente  Time has come but I can loco represente  With no one to blame we maintain insane  In this rap game porque we feel no shame  Of our style we roll with and toke or spliff  Que levante a lift let's get out of shift  A gift of rhymes makes for dub sacks and dimes  Besto, cerveza, Corona with nines    Hell yea  Corona with nines  All you bandiero motherfuckers out there  Sureno Vida  Dos-uno-tres  SCLA  Eastside  You know  Brownside  You know we're here to stay  What you thought we was gonna go out like punk motherfuckers?  Hell no