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It is a crazy tale of zombie absurdity where only true Cholos turn and SoCal's legal system is a little TOO lenient. Wit | dG1fQm0yX1U1djFlNzg
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00:00Time to wake up, mi vato loco!
00:19YAYA!
00:20Some go up, some go down, some get stuck in the realm with no way out.
00:33Slain, or fall victim to, born or go ahead and back in.
00:37Some go up, some go down, some get stuck in the realm with no way out.
00:43Lives get to falling in on the streets of a lost city.
00:48Ain't no doctors, it's your bundy.
00:50All I seen getting money.
00:52A dime, get a nickel, it ain't take a dummy.
00:54Summer, sunny, my life ain't.
00:56So I hit the ground running, going hard in the paint.
00:59Now I'm rolling bank, smoking on dates.
01:01While niggas is getting wet up, smoking them stinks.
01:04Ran praying to the saints, I ain't get pinched.
01:06But my mind frame still caught up in the clinch.
01:09Park bench to park bench, it's like the police.
01:12So cold, you hold heat, while you shower or sleep.
01:14If you survive, it's by the skin of your teeth.
01:16See everybody think they ain't gonna never fall.
01:18But the streets, then the site, complete shit has no end.
01:22And I can't pinpoint the beginning.
01:25Clocks keep spinning, a concrete inning.
01:27While sickles in the building keep elves bell ringing.
01:30Some go up, some go down, some get stuck in the realm with no way out.
01:35Slain, or fall victim to, born or go ahead and back in.
01:41Some go up, some go down, some get stuck in the realm with no way out.
01:46Lives get divided in the streets of a lost city.
01:51Psycho payaso, at your service.

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