Текстове на песни: Charlie Row Campo. Stop Studio Gangsters. Last Day.

(Shady Boy, Midget, Fiesty & Mr. Chino Grande)

VERSE 1:
Yeah Im In A 63
Bouncin' To A Beat
Los Angeles Cali
Where The Gangstas Meet
Shady Boys My Plaquiaso
The Way That I Scream
I'll Either End Up In Prison
Or End Up Six Feet Deep
Eleven Five Fiffty Of That Meth And Fedimy
Enemy I Let' Em In
Bullet Shells Hit The Sink
This Is Six Letter Dogg
The Mutha Fuckin Jeff
Still Gon Bang That Shit
With The Ink On My Flesh
Just Be One Of Killa Cali
Moor Park All Day
Trying To Catch Me
You Aint Creepin
Cause I Dip In A K
You Here The Shots
When They Rang
Monte Flores Be The Gang
Eyes Low Rims Slow
Do You Really Wanna Bang
Its The Wicked Wicked West
Thats It Thats My Q
And My First Time On The Block
I Know Exactly What To Do
Death Before Dishonor
I Dont Know About Defeat
Six Letter On My Dome
Charlie Row Runs The Streets

See The Homies In The Street
Im Calling Out
Got A City That Think Am Balling Now
Trying Live My Life
Like My Last Day
In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name
Even Though We Try And Hustle
Dont Think That We Didnt Have To Struggle
So Pay Attention To Words I Say
Cause This Could Be My Last Day

Gang Life Murder Rights
In That Boyle Heights
Killing Spree We Just Bleed
Just To Earn Them Stripes
Tatoos Bunch Of Skulls
With The Violent Crimes
Inked Up In The Skin
Aztec Mexicans
Iced Dimmed
Comprehended
Could Be Life In The Pin
Flat's Life Be My Life
Til My Renchard Sin
I'll Lose My Soul
For The Row And My Varrio
Like C G Says That On Serio

When Gangs Never Resting
I'll Be Putting You Down
In The City Of El Monte Flores
Just Stoppin Grounds
All The Homies Givvin Cleasure
Making Ashes Street Wires
Dont Criticize The Ese
Just For Livin His Life
Surving On The Streets
And Aint No Joke
Everyday You Hear About
Another Vato Gettin Smoked
Funerals Comming Flashing
In Hard Days
Prayers From A Heaven Open
Never Live Another Day

See The Homies In The Street
Im Calling Out
Got A City That Think Am Balling Now
Trying Live My Life
Like My Last Day
In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name
Even Though We Try And Hustle
Dont Think That We Didnt Have To Struggle
So Pay Attention To Words I Say
Cause This Could Be My Last Day

Damn Perro MotherFuckin
Streets Are Hectic Ese
MotherFuckers Dying Everyday
Homie Thats Right
Its Dedicated To All
The Riders Out There
Homeboy

In The City Of A Dub
And We Show No Mercy
Ese Times Running Out
In The Streets Dont Curse Me
And Yet Another Brown Skull Go
And A Life So Puzzle
Cheap Or Well Fair
So We Force To Hustle
Tatoos On My Dome
Aint No Place Like Home
Serving Pierras In The Varrio
Its That Danger Zone
Criminal Tactics
We Blasted
The Last Man Standing
You Can Ask
My Perro Twitts
While We Trouble And Laughin
Now The Ranfla Homeboy
Like An Aztec Play
To The Pistol Barrel
Smoking Loco
What Can I Say
I Try To Do
Whats Right
But The Streets Is Calling
I Got A CD Now And
Now They Think Am Balling
But The Truth
Of The Matter
Is That Am
Driving With My Killa
They Try Me To Killa
Neighborhood Brain Spilla
Aint No Studio In Mind
If You Think So
Test Me
You Aint Even Impressing
Yet Them Locos Is Flexing

See The Homies In The Street
Im Calling Out
Got A City That Think Am Balling Now
Trying Live My Life
Like My Last Day
In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name
Even Though We Try And Hustle
Dont Think That We Didnt Have To Struggle
So Pay Attention To Words I Say
Cause This Could Be My Last Day

(Thanks to Mr. Capone-E for these lyrics)