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gangster life - sleepy malo lyrics

[verse 1: sleepy malo]
i’m getting tired of this sh*t
sick of making no grip
southland cl!ck dropping hits
another buster collect
a million ways crossed my mind about living this earth
cause this chicano rhyme game don’t get paid what it deserves
stay the f*ck out my business, when i stress for the rent
and i’m wondering if vincent gonna follow my steps
looking at [?] it makes me wanna rise
and be 100% malo, f*ck the sleepy disguise
this homie rides with me, this homie slides with me
i’ll still jack that m*th*f*cka then i drop to my knees
pray the lord will help me come up and that’s on the real
he said these haters gonna run up asking how does it feel
to be sitting on top of the block with a glock
two pits and one ride, guess who’s calling the shots
cause i always say that when i get paid
i’m a slide my chevrolet to the c*p*a
i pick up johnny boy in the 8*0*8
they wanna block the crossover and watch us real through the gates
my pistol still smoke, so distribute like coke
stop i won’t, til i’m beyond the [?]
only one that can judge me is the one i trust
one day we’re rolling down van nuys with all eyes on us
i hit some switches as i dip in my low
close my eyes and hear the b*tches screaming sleepy malo
[chorus]
if living this life is wrong
then i don’t wanna be right
got those i love
this gangster life

[verse 2: mister d]
gangsta gangsta, that’s what they’re yelling
but this sh*t ain’t really happening
most of the homies are busted, some even dusted
go outside, juras wanna harass me
rivals wanna blast me
believe me i ain’t happy, got that chicano blues
will i ever win?
seems i always lose
i know they wanna us all up in them county blues
then send us upstate with that key thrown away
another caged ese, will this sh*t ever change?
homies i doubt it, unless we reroute it
aim for some higher sh*t
this rap ain’t sh*t
but who buys this sh*t? not them
but we buy theirs
seems chicanos really don’t care
unless it’s theirs
hating ass fools, got me in to some gangsta sh*t
without a d*mn thing to lose
don’t floss around me
sh*t surrounding me, i’ll make mine
but i don’t wanna, jack one of my kind
straight chicano living that gangsta life
[chorus]
if living this life is wrong
then i don’t wanna be right
got those i love
this gangster life
if living this life is wrong
then i don’t wanna be right
got those i love
this gangster life

[verse 3: siete]
i’m still same ol man running in these la streets
pushing, banging, high speed chases with the lapd
drinking, f*cking, playing games, smoking lots of weed
living out these cali dreams, scandalous schemes
spread across the road n0body hear your scream cry
running out of time and rats in this scandalous life
remain high as the lonely days pass you by
even though [?] and still ask why
feeling trapped in my mind
the only means of escape death will come in due time
times got me eating impatiently
wanting to blow up and prosper, b*tches and money
but i’m in a h*llhole society
where i got haters, government and the cops constantly try me
why is it that they do this sh*t?
cause they hungry hating m*th*f*ckas don’t wanna see you rich
can you feel me?
f*ck the system, is what i say
i strongly suggest that you do what you can to get paid, hey (hey hey)
[outro]
to all my young thugs, proceed the paper chase
know what i’m sayin’?
through all the stress and the stride, stay alive
hold on, hold on

- sleepy malo lyrics

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