歌词：
Brownside

Got the fuck up to another crazy day Got my travos, hit em up and I was on my way Three Flowers in my hair, creased up and my gat A half-way joint in

know what's up From the Sur of Califas where we don't give a fuck [scratches] ..Brownside.. ..Brownside.. ..kicking this shit for all the homies on the Eastside.. ..Brownside.. ..Brownside

done spit twelve rounds Fuck that ese we don't give a fuck Eastside till I die You don't like it? Run up [Chorus] Yeah Brownside's in the pinche casa

[Chorus:] It's all good girl everything is gonna be alright It's all good girl you go your way and I go mine [Verse 1:] Hey girl wes up yeah it's me

Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweaters Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues I keep it on the Brownside

Aqui estoy thinking about you carnalito Everytime you cross my mind tu saves que malito I remember when we used to kick back and have a blast It's hard

The case The people versus Toker The charge Second degree murder Up in court, we all hate to wait With your life in the hands on the jury that debates

I done spit twelve rounds Fuck that ese we don't give a fuck Eastside till I die You don't like it? Run up [Chorus] Yeah Brownside's in the pinche

we gonna call this motherfucker Yeah Q-Vo, it's that Sureno Vida ese Hell yeah This is Malito from Brownside Nobody represents like we do Yeah, Brownside