I Need a Cuete - Marko A.K.A. Brown Shady, Lighter Shade Of Brown

That’s right, south side

Gangsta gangsta

South side

Gangsta gangsta

South side, gangsta

In These times

Of hate and pain

I need a cuete

To get me through the day

A .24, will do okay

24 ways to put you in your grave

We strapped with mac 90's, AK’s, and hand guns

Turn around look around

We’re gangsters having fun

Stupid motherfuckers

Tryna playa hate my dogs

El diablo made me do it

Slap you with my Glock

Throw your ass in a trunk

Simon, we calling shots

Smoke your homie down the block

Bumper room let em rot

Dig up another hole

Let the trigger take your soul

I’m a take the I-5 southside to mexico

No witnesses to th crime

No evidenc, we so sure

Cause they never found the bodies

That we stack in your woods

Now we lookin' for the bitches

With the big ol chichis

Talkin about «I love you»

These hoes want my riches

But you ain’t getting shit

You bitches better split

My whole clika’s in the back

And everyone of us is strapped

We got extra clips, I’m hard as a pit

I got a dollar for that ass

So you better shake them tits

Throw your barrio in the sky

Wave it to the left

Wave it to the right

I don’t give a fuck

I got my two nines

They don’t give a fuck

Said «who's down to ride?

who’s down to bust?»

In These times

Of hate and pain

I need a cuete

To get me through the day

A .24, will do okay

24 ways to put you in your grave

Now who the fuck wanna mess with this?

Get blessed with this

Nine millimeter mac10 with a fully loaded clip

Strolling down the street on my two feet

Looking for them putos who shot my homies crib

I know where you kick it at

I know where you live

What goes around comes around

Payback’s a bitch

That’s how we do it, fuck my enemies

Fled the murder scene with my Glock 17

A mi me vale madre, así es mi vida

Saco el pinche cuete que te mata como sida

Tocas de repente, que pasan de volada

Demented and notorious

Fumando marijuana

I don’t know why you bitches trippin'

I got my two nines handing out stitches

Almost as far as your imagination reaches

I don’t know why

Southside is the deepest

Throw your barrio in the sky

Wave it to the left

Wave it to the right

I don’t give a fuck

I got my two nines

They don’t give a fuck

Said «who's down to ride?

who’s down to bust?»

In These times

Of hate and pain

I need a cuete

To get me through the day

A .24, will do okay

24 ways to put you in your grave

Twenty-five with an L

For murdering motherfuckers

Bangin' in my cell, mexicans got the power

Locked up in this hell, killing one another

Fuck it, might as well, I’m a southside rider

Can’t fuck with no rata, punk ass chavala

This is for the raza

You ain’t got no palabra

This one goes out to all my homies doing lifetime

For walk-bys, homicides

And all the fucking drive-bys

Homie I’m a gangsta

Killer from the southside

Keep it on the down low

Put that on the double nine

When you’re left to play

The only way to die, high

Won’t even hesitate

Don’t even let shit slide

So when you come around

At the wrong place, at the wrong time

You get blasted

Take your ass down

With the body in the casket

With no type of sound

Or what time you got blasted

What the hell?

Throw your barrio in the sky

Wave it to the left

Wave it to the right

I don’t give a fuck

I got my two nines

They don’t give a fuck

Said «who's down to ride?

who’s down to bust?»