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letra de last day - charlie row campo

[verse 1: shady boy]
yeah, i’m in a sixty-three bouncin’ to a beat
los angeles county where the gangstas meet
shady boy’s my placaso, the way that i creep
i’ll either end up in prison or end up six feet deep
eleven five fifty off that methamphetamine
enemigas let ‘em in bullet sh-lls hit the scene
this the sixth letter dog, the m-th-f-cken f (flores)
still gon’ bang that sh-t with the ink in my flesh
this be monte k!lla cali zamora park all day
try to catch me, you ain’t creeping
cause i grip an ak
you hear the shots when they rang
montе flores be the gang
eyеs low rims slow, do you really wanna bang?
it’s the wickie-wickie-west ese, that’s my queue
ain’t my first time on the block
i know exactly what to do
death before dishonor
i don’t know about defeat
6th letter on my dome
charlie row runs the streets

[chorus: chino grande]
see the homies in the streets are calling now
i got a cd they think i’m ballin’ now
try to live my life like my last day
and the streets keep calling my name
even though we try and hustle
don’t think that we didn’t have to struggle
so pay attention to the words i say
cause this could be my last day
[verse 2: midget loco]
gang life murder rights, in that boyle heights
k!lling spree we just [?] just to earn them stripes
tattoos a bunch of skulls, with the violent crimes
inked up in the skin aztec mexicans
[?] dip comprehend, could be life in the pen
flats life be my life till my [?] in
i lose my soul for the road and my varrio
like c-g says “that’s on the serio”

[verse 3: fiesty 2 guns]
i’m a gang member ese, got me putting it down
in the city of el monte, my stomping grounds
older homies giving clecha or making street wires
don’t criticize this gangster just for living his life
surviving on the streets, it ain’t no joke
every day you hear about another vato getting smoked
funerals coming faster than holidays
prayers for my jefa, hoping that we live another day

[chorus: chino grande]
see the homies in the streets are calling now
i got a cd they think i’m ballin’ now
try to live my life like my last day
and the streets keep calling my name
even though we try and hustle
don’t think that we didn’t have to struggle
so pay attention to the words i say
cause this could be my last day
d-mn perro, m-th-f-cking streets are hectic ese
m-th-f-ckers dying everyday homie
that’s right this dedicated to all riders out there homeboy
(that’s right charlie row campo)

[verse 4: chino grande]
from the city of the dub and we show no mercy
ese times running out and the streets done cursed me
yet another brown struggle in a life so puzzled
g on welfare, so we forced to hustle
tattoos on my dome, ain’t no place like home
serving pierdas in the varrio, it’s that danger zone
criminal tactics, we blast till the last man standing
you can ask my perro twist, while we drunk and laughing
at the ranfla homeboy, like an aztec play
till the pistol barrel smoking, loco what can i say?
i try to do what’s right, but the streets is calling
got a cd out and now they think i’m balling
but the truth of the matter is, your a driver i’m a k!ller
they drive me to k!lla, neighborhood brain spilla
ain’t no studio in mine, if you think so test me
you ain’t even impressing, little locos is flexing

- charlie row campo

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