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letra de too young to die too proud to cry (demo) - conejo

[verse 1]
the city of l.a. is where it start
vatos from my varrio
can’t be stopped
some say this
some say that
it’s not where you from
it’s where you’re at
torcido and you ain’t nothing but a punk
veneno wrote you up
so you nothing but a chump
dos trece
in the varrio that’s loco
ask any varrio
cause their homies get smoked to the ground
and they ask how it sound
and always find me firme
dropping sh-t from the underground
hoover park
just like that
this is where i’m from
and this is where i’m at
mucha gente sabe
just what i be saying
cause in my crazy varrio n0body be playing
wanna run up?
you’ll know whats up
surenos, straight f-ck sh-t up
cause i’m a thug
not a p-ssy cat
little f-cking trucos
straight pimps like a mack playing b-tches
something like a spell
tumbado so the shortys wanna dwell
the mighty 2-1-3 is on the map
i’m pimping some converse
and a fitted l.a. cap
getting older, getting high
one more time
too young to die too proud to cry
[verse 2]
probably get smoked
run instead
what i call my varrio
what i call my gang
you know that i play for keeps
ponte trucha
cause them narcos wanna creep
ain’t smoking stress
ay smokey, ces, lazy & smurf
so how you gonna tell me that my homie’s a punk
chales my varrio’s down
every single clika gangster’d down
southwest smoked the homeboy
rico rest in peace
f-ck that
raza don’t want peace they want war
so the boy is soft
caile veneno
let’s go for a long ride to the other side
hit every varrio
lighten them punks slackers
yo y veneo somos gangster mack
rolling through the side where it’s full of rats
soy truco
and i’m a pimp kinda vato
it’s a friday night but i have to say alrato
cruisin’ at the boulevard
hollywood is crazy but i’m just to hard
got my cuete when i roam the strip
cause i ain’t a ranker
and i ain’t bout to slip
by a punk that’ll make my day
like a slipping point
enemigas get sprayed
came in to the varrio
macking like a daddy
riding shotgun in puppet’s caddy
my varrio is the bomba
i can’t lie
too young to die too proud to cry
[verse 3]
in to my lado truco sh-t
it’s the west side
ain’t nothing fare
cause i’m a low down
slow down
cause i’m from the calles
2-1-3 is in the house
so it’s all about the underground
ponle and you see what’s next
a gang of motherf-ckers
got your ass on check
on a leva
you’re sitting on a scale
i guess there ain’t no soldier
so your ass gotta bail up north
you’re a fallen star
running from the raza
so there you are
a farmer
a buster
that sh-t don’t flow
everybody know surenos run the show
tapado, went out like a punk
dos uno tres
gonna show you wassup
soy trucos
and my mind was super high
and i’m too young to die too proud to cry

- conejo

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