Ese 40'z - On Some Barrio Shit

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Artist: Ese 40'z
Song: On Some Barrio Shit
Album: Life Of Madness
Year: 2011


-Lyrics-

"On Some Barrio Shit"

(Song Intro)
"I'm just a soul, whose intentions are good."
"Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood."

(Ese 40'z Verse One)
Creeping through the land, Nuevo Mex on the stilo
chilling with the homies, getting faded, acting evil
just a bunch of "Psycho-Lokos", on a mission for disaster
puro desmadre on the streets, just a life filled with laughter
all my locos in the Valle, just a bunch of pistoleros
popping shots off, in the calles, letting off the fucking cuernos
this is do or die loko, in the streets of the juego
repping "Nuevo" on the serio, fuck a panochero perro
living life, pain inflicted, ain't no rest for the wicked
all the homies getting twisted, and the hynas down to kick it
roll-rolling in the noche, in the "Land Of Enchantment"
"Cinco Cero Cinco" where there ain't no gang enhancement
so "Fuck The Law", head shaved pandillero
with the ink on my cara, and the rhymes for the ghetto
snorting lines of guera, desert land lokera
blasting on a perra, make em hit the fucking tierra
cuz I'm a soul on a wicked viaje, filled with liquor and another pasé
I take a trago, throwing up my lado
cuz I'm that vago, that be spitting it claro
so fuck the rest, and all my enemigas
penetrate their flesh, and shoot em up like chiva

(Ese 40'z Chorus) 2X
"On Some Barrio Shit", a lost soul with good intentions
"Smile Now, Cry Later", for the lokos representing
on the calles with the heat, tucked under the seat
or on your fucking waistline, every time that you creep

(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
"On a mothafuckin gangsta trip, and did I mention?"
that, "I'm just a soul, with some good intentions"
but I act so bad, when I'm gone off the pisto
"Psycho-Villain, T-Towneros" kicking back with all my people
don't misunderstand, what I say in these palabras
a gun in the hand, with a fist full of balas
for these chavalas, that wanna start pedo
rolling up on your spot, dumping hollows in your cuerpo
it's a sickness, and we're all infected
letting off with a quickness, fat slugs ejected
"Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood", yeah I said that shit.
we'll cap a mutt bitch too, throw a slug in her hip
I love them hot summer nights, in the land of the crystals
valley of death, where everybody packing pistols
gotta watch your back, in the "Belly Of The Beast"
two "S's" on my face, with my "Frisco County's" creased
forty ounce on my lap, and it's freezing my balls
cruising down "Roselawn" steady ducking the laws
got a fat blunt rolled, I took a hit and I thought,
"We'll burn this mothafucka down, while the balas get popped."
evil ass plots, in these calles we're dwellin
nine times out of ten, by age twelve you're a felon
that's just how it goes, with these crazy ass souls
in "T-Town" they stay high, always blazing glass bowls

(Ese 40'z Chorus) 2X
"On Some Barrio Shit", a lost soul with good intentions
"Smile Now, Cry Later", for the lokos representing
on the calles with the heat, tucked under the seat
or on your fucking waistline, every time that you creep

(Song Outro)
"I'm just a soul, whose intentions are good."
"Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood."

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