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letra de charleston & nellis(206/115) - swami netero

[verse 1: swami netero]
fresh off that
1-1-5 rtc line/
catch me up on nellis
with the fellas in my free time/
state route 1-5-9
where i reside/
5-2-2-5
m-th-f-cka east side/
rep that lv sign
everywhere i go/
i’m dizzy, b-tch, i’m smoking like
there’s something burning in the stove/
hotter than a supernova
flowing colder than a bowl/
of bright white dry ice
in snow at the north pole/
yo, i got a gold soul
and what you are’s what you attract/
so i know i’m getting rich
that’s a m-th-f-ckin fact/
holding racks on f-cking racks
eating good and getting fat/
just to make up for all the meals
that my -ss had never had/
living surrounded by madness
it’s tagging on everythang/
car crashes like everyday
next to tweakers spanging for change/
mothers that’s underage
and the fathers ain’t trying to stay/
’cause they too busy g-ngb-nging
to care for another face/
and that’s just hardly a taste
it’s far from safe around my intersection/
sh-t, i’d suggest you get a weapon
if you think of checking/
sh-t, on the strip you need protection
if you head the wrong direction/
p-ss the expressway
and i bet you’ll learn your lesson/
the veg is what i’m repping
east block, what i’m yelling/
wordsmith, my proffesion
you can feel it in my essence/
ain’t settling for second
i was destined for the crown/
got vegas around my neck
and we’re heading for the clouds/
and that’s without a doubt
we got some talent about to pop/
dizzy wright broke the lock
now we’re about to set up shop/
been a problem since i dropped
bodhi 1 from the homie’s house/
sleeping on his couch
after my mom had kicked me out/
shouts for looking out
and even caring for my greater good/
don’t know where i’d be
without the homies in my neighborhood/
showing love even when i sucked
and couldn’t make a hook/
and trusted i’d be famous
way before i’d ever gained some looks/

[hook 2×: interstate fatz and swami netero]
i be up and down
every street nellis touch/(3×)
charleston & nellis
what/

[verse 2: swami netero]
go ahead and pay a visit
if you doubt me/
b-tch, i’m east las vicious
certified and say it proudly/
i remember smoking loud
in the ditch behind my house/
with the homies all around
choking like we in the county/
cali made, vegas raised
put the valley on my grave/
with a map of all the major lanes
etched into the face/
i’m a great up in the veg
f-cking legend in the 7/
need a statue erected
next to every 7-eleven/
been copping all my threads
from yns or ross dress for less/
fishing swishers from hawaiian
since i was a freshman/
set up my first fest
in front of lej?nd’s address/
with the same homies
i’ll be repping with when i’m in heaven/
tekken with my brethren
was my obsession after school/
mowing down a few noobs
in some modern warfare 2/
maybe sip a couple brews
if we jacked them with the crew/
even took a few shrooms
just to see what they would do/
sh-t was cool up on my block
but go a single street across/
we had some homies getting shot
and cops raiding cartelo’s spots/
even right across the wall
we had some problems in the bay/
once got jumped right by the dumpster
for spraypainting my name/
but that’s ok anyway
’cause that was just another day/
and my neighborhood raised me
and made me who i became/
all the gangsters and the lames
wouldn’t change it if i had the chance/
bet i’m drying out the elote man
with my cash advance/
buy a mansion worth a few hundred
grand up on hollywood/
maybe cop a phantom
just to stunt when everybody looks/
book me better have
atleast a rack before we speak/
’cause guaranteed that all the bills
that i’ma have ain’t gon’ be cheap/
’cause my family’s gotta eat
and we ain’t sleeping at the same spot/
i know n-ggas will plot
and i ain’t tryna get my chain robbed/
but even after i leave
my heart will be/
on the street where the
206 meets the 115/

- swami netero

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