[Verse 1: Wicked]
A deadly image my life fading away
I relax to kick it think about my gangster ways
In my head I can see my homies
And some b*tches also that know me
From the block you know we're at the spot
Where everyday they slang weed and rock
Glock my gun cause there's still more to come
Just to make sure my enemies get some
Thinking like a mad ass on a crazy trip
I stop to think really ain't sh*t
f*ck it cause it's all in the past
If only I knew I wouldn't even last
I miss all the crazy times I had
Talking gang of sh*t going head up with my dad
For some problem we couldn't resolve
Plus in my pocket a cuete that revolve
But not for him my mind was full of other sins
Took his ride with my Slim-Jim
Those were the days to the beginning of a maze
I even remember the first time that I blazed
[Chorus: Rich Garcia]
So rough, so tough
Rolling through my city
So rough, so tough
Banging in my city
[Verse 2: Toker]
I sit back and reminisce of the good old days
Ditching parties, getting high were my crazy ass ways
Hanging out with my homies till late at night
On my block selling dope till the break of light
49th street is were the spot was at
Right in front of my primo's pad is where I sat
Living life in the fast lane
But at the same time, it was all a game
Juvenile Hall then I hit Y.A
Simon strolling in my blues in the County L.A
Holding my own as a young ass fool
But thinking at the time everything was cool
Gang banging pelones, tagged out cabrones
I hung around with nothing but crazy ass matones
That's the life I live and only thing I know
Three strikes with the L is how my story goes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Wicked]
So much sh*t I overlooked
Just like that my pinche life was took
I don't give a f*ck, I'm a Mexican
Now I'm here just remembering
Believe me it's all the same routine, you see
Who's the next fool to come and be me
The moon ain't cheese you'll be begging on your knees
Still think you crazy, f*ck with these
Troops who lay fools and pay dues daily
All the pedo on the streets made me
Wanna creep putting enemigas to sleep
Trucha con los carros que pasan deep
Yeah ese I remember all that
Not giving a f*ck and daily carrying a strap
Back though to what I wanted you to know
I got caught up in the gang, no going back loco
[Outro Verse: Rich Garcia]
So rough, so tough
(So ruff)
Rolling through my city
(When you're rolling)
(When you're rolling through my hood yeah)
So rough, so tough banging in my city
(Better watch your back)
(Don't you come creeping)
So rough, so tough
(Get caught slipping)
Rolling through my city
(In my hood, no no)
(Look up)
So rough, so tough
(Better roll somebody on the back of your hood)
Banging in my city
(Yeah, yeah)