ese i knew this ruca she was deadly as sin got the varrio so sprung everybody would hit without a passport she would enter the zone and break up what you thought was a happy home mis camaradas would fight amongst themselves and then she touched another ruca it would start with a blast and she undressed hot dripping sweaty ass sex and if i spoke out of context forgive me ese but she would make a grown man forget of his wife or maybe send him to the pinta for the rest of his life it ll make a soldier or country forget of their flag while these women sell their body for a 10 dollar bag that s awitado that s what i am right now cause i seen ya all over people on the stairway to hell it s so explicit what the cultura holds but i guess ain t no one carin till we killing our own it s kinda sad homie what were we destined to be just a product of the streets so we die as a gee it s kinda sad homie she s got toll on your soul ese no one really knows what the future holds it s kinda sad homie cause our kids are priceless like emblem dices in a world of crisis it s kinda sad homie turning pale like ghosts hypnosis unfolding but yeah nobody knows it she would make a school boy forget his books i ll make a high school prom queen neglect her looks it was the money the power its all so true they had an ese draped up in them county blues with no visita or no money for tienda only visions thats embedded through the brain from a letra she would make em go berserk toss turn as they call six days unfazed till they shake her off fresh out to these streets she was part of the speach her first name s a myth until she s closer reach and all they thought about is how they miss her now she s all grown up from a juvenile meanwhile now she put her head in the clouds even the horniest men no longer get aroused as they search for a vein through their arm or their leg the government sent it to us created the plague  it s kinda sad homie what were we destined to be just a product of the streets so we die as a gee it s kinda sad homie she s got toll on your soul ese no one really knows what the future holds it s kinda sad homie cause our kids are priceless like emblem dices in a world of crisis it s kinda sad homie turning pale like ghosts hypnosis unfolding but yeah nobody knows it first 3 is a plead lord help us please a generation sprung out on a deadly disease with overdoses turning pale like ghosts hypnosis unfolding but yeah nobody knows it it s a sign of the times but it s easy to smoke it watch the pipe turn black cause it s just so potent make a little money young kids get molded introduced that ain t friends headed straight up their noses it s kinda sad homie what were we destined to be just a product of the streets so we die as a gee it s kinda sad homie she s got toll on your soul ese no one really knows what the future holds it s kinda sad homie cause our kids are priceless like emblem dices in a world of crisis it s kinda sad homie turning pale like ghosts hypnosis unfolding but yeah nobody knows it
['chicano rap', 'latin hip hop']