[Intro: Wreck, Cuete, Conejo]
That's right, Wreck, representing South Side 18st, DefBoy Clika
Cuete, kings of the Harbor, Barrio Redondo Los Nietos click
Check it out, we got Conejo, West Los área
[Chorus: Wreck, Cuete, Conejo]
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
[Verse 1: Wreck]
We living life on the run, California sun
Banging for the fun, we all strapped with guns
We saw your family members down to pieces
Send a [?] and they'll never reach us
We soldados, and we bout to fuckin' die for this shit
Riders for life, so don't even trip
Busters don't last in the Sur of East Los
Fuck 'em, they burn up like fucking toast
We got our own population control
And in the one eight, all the homies down to roll
I put it down for mine, you put it down for yours
Cause in the inside, we holding down all floors
So we can handle business in the calles if we have to
And in the inside we pull together like we meant to
Terrorizing bitches, rounding them up like cattle
Real G's muthafuckers and we thugs in battle
[Chorus: Wreck, Cuete, Conejo]
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
[Verse 2: Cuete]
This is the life of a gangster, you could get killed anytime
Out of nowhere catch five balas through your mascara
This puta crossed the Wicked Minds, throwing up gang signs (Where you from holmes?)
Expeditions on missions, packing 13 deep
You got pedo with Redondo, we getting 'em up in the street
I'm from the playa, a Nieto, a vato banging in batalla
But if I'm doing tiempo, I'm hanging with all my riders
The Southsiders, the only survivors, [?]
Q’vole to the lifers, imagine if we stayed united por vida
If everywhere on the calles, it was like in the pinta
If everywhere brown was down, we'd be the worlds biggest clicka (The world is ours)
If true blue stands tall, if the outside was like the inside
Then we'd have it all, so let's ride
And unite and stay high, even though I know we down, [?] die
[Chorus: Wreck, Cuete, Conejo]
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
[Verse 3: Conejo]
I'm coming out of fights bruised up and scarred
I'm like coming out jail, tattooed and barred
Fuckin all the naughty toys, in my pad
I'm a sick muthafucker, homie robbing for cash
And I still got caught, slippin'
Enemigas got me good, now they got me hood trippin'
That's on the serio, yo no juego
Conejo got the fool, so perro light that fuego
Put him down, so I can fucking book 'em
Bitch ass vatos have balls and took one
Where he at, now he's nowhere to be found
He was fucking with some gangsters from the wicked part of town
Los Harpys, what you know about that?
Nada, you get killed like that
Talking shit, because I back mine
I'm a man you little bitch, and ain't no way that you can take mine
[Chorus: Wreck, Cuete, Conejo]
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
We representin' for the S-U-R
And we rolling in the same muthafuckin car
It ain't personal homie, this is business
Ese fucking with these calles, watch these vatos get wicked
[Outro: Wreck]
That's right, it's a new day homie
South Siders gotta get it together
Just imagine, if we were all down for the cause
Shit, who the fuck gon' stop us