Take time to listen, I'll explain how it goes  Living high gangster life, I'm the one now knows  And rolls with cholos, bald-headed fools  SCLA if you slip you lose  Don't slip like a trick, puto pack your shit  Incase any bitch enemigas wanna trip  If they snap, fuck that, gotta bust a cap  It's been like this, it's gotta stay like that  We got gang bang skill, no one to kill  Don't act like a punk bitch, gotta stay real  Make em feel our heat, then their blood ske  Mi clicka malitos, ese 21 Street  We defeat who were compete in this catagory  Of taking motherfuckers out for territory  South Central is all I see  Represent the Sur, simon 213    [Chorus]  Look through my eyes, what do I see  Los Angeles the big SC  You wanna try, so come and trip  Then you can see how life ain't shit    Living high life, with a gangster twist  Enemies on my mind, so I made a list  The putos we gotta get that ain't about shit  No jammers ese, just straps that spit  So hit a lick, we begin, that's the way it's been  At least in the mind of this Mexican  Who can and will make your caps peel  As long as this motherfucker could carry his steel  Packing, strapping, full auto clips  For whoever slips, we'll get up in their mix  They're wise, despise they run like bitches  Petho y petho, they're punk ass snitches  See we handle who we must not the ones who trust  Always creeping in the hood with plans to bust  And dust me, a few so they could know who  Can do, premeditated murder fool    [Chorus x2]    Gang bang for my hood  Put in work to do some good  Gente ask me why, faci cuz I could  On the block it don't stop, it never will  All I see pinche locos on the kill, staying real  Yeah, same old shit just different day  Plotting on the next puto's head has gotta lay  Don't regret to check, ese fuck respect  All I know my pinche homies are down for their shit  Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better  Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweaters  Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues  I keep it on the Brownside represent the Sur  Yeah strap on hip, never fucking slip  One pinche bandiero will dip if you trip  Shit, tu saves, son otoclaves  On os de medramos en las pinche calles    [Chorus]    The Brownside, to you is what we bring  Mexican bandiero, this is where I come in  See it's been a firme ride to this point here  But the shit I say gotta sound real clear  This here's for my homies who couldn't see this day  Risky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I say  Respect when it's due for the ones who stay true  Cuz sooner or later we'll be there with them too  And for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hate  Cuz you just can't wait for your fucking release date  Simon something I feel, not in it for the thrill  Me and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it real  So dos-uno-tres settle for nothing less  All I know is you know, ese fuck the rest  That's right you heard it, they give you life you serve it  Talk away in court for a fucking guilty verdict    [Chorus x2]    Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain't with us no more  For the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on the street  Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see  Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see  Haha