Scandalous Streets

Ese 40'z Intro)
Simon, this is a song about that barrio life ese. It’s scandalous out there in
them streets. Don’t let em get you down. Listen to this rolla. Don’t think it
can’t happen to you
(Ese 40'z Verse 1)
It was two thousand seven on Christmas Day my homie «Toon» rest in peace but I
got more to say a leva rolled up to his door who used to be his friend told him
it was cold outside if he had a sweater to lend but when he went to go and grab
it they kicked open the door and then the shots rang out my homie fell to the
floor now these were mothafuckas used to chill at his house eat his food,
wear his clothes, he let em sleep on the couch but I guess I can’t say that’s
where the story began a little while before that is when the shit hit the fan
they jumped the cuates at the party they invited em too scandalous snake ass
mothafuckas some conniving ass fools cause their master tried to punk em tried
to put em in check he caught a bottle to the dome got his pussy all wet told em
all to jump in that’s how the story unfolds once a friend now an enemy ignoring
the cold these were the same vatos who they used to show some love called em
homie back em up when push came to shove but that’s all thrown away in the
blink of an eye like if it was never nothing just a part of a lie but fuck that
cause we took our homies back and went to war with all these bitches I put that
on my rap these were the same motherfuckers that I grew up to know but I just
say fuck em all on the street’s and my flows cause they would have done the
same to me if they had gotten the chance so I just let the bullets fly and
never took a second glance
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
So test if you think you could handle us I got homies on the streets who plan
to bust premeditated drinking liquor smoking cannabis for all my locos from the
Riva to Los Angeles and all my homies lower valley Chuco Fabens Town and
T-towneros pandilleros when I lay this down so test if you think you can handle
I got homies in the street’s who plan to bust
(Ese 40'z verse two)
I grew up with no rest and as I got older tattoo ink up in my flesh just a
lonely soldier put my vida to the test chip on my shoulda and I seen a lot of
death as the street’s got coldah I bust on ex-camaradas cause they scandalous
smoked my homie «kartoon» the ones that ran with us all because a fuckin leva
got cracked with a bottle put a horn on his dome made his ego hard to swallow
and his little fucking puppets on his nuts who they follow put your trust in
this vida empty handed feeling hollow cause I’ve seen the desmadre and ive seen
betrayal ive seen my wicked streets change to ice from yayo imagine that the
ones you knew turned on you put your homie in the dirt and pulled the burn on
you and all i got left is a handful of gees but that’s all that I need when
muerte’s blowing on the breeze im a product of the calles of a tiny town wicked
violence «Pecos Valle» but can’t tie me down im spitting verses for my locos
locked up or free the homies down to not run and get chalked up with me but if
that’s the case then we going out blastin vida on my rifa just a gamble that im
rafflin
«Just a gamble that im rafflin ese. This vida ain’t promised to none of us
homie, R.I.P. Kartoon…»
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
So test if you think you could handle us I got homies on the streets who plan
to bust premeditated drinking liquor smoking cannabis for all my locos from the
Riva to Los Angeles and all my homies lower valley Chuco Fabens Town and
T-towneros pandilleros when I lay this down so test if you think you can handle
I got homies in the street’s who plan to bust
(Ese 40'z outro)
This song is dedicated to Andres Iglesias A.K.A. «Kartoon.» This song is also
dedicated to all the homies who stayed down through thick and thin.
I dropped this track on Christmas Day to tell a story about the barrio life.
Tell a story about how putos come fake and try to set you up. So amor to all
my soldiers out there. And for all the enemigas, fuck em all. Mutt Killa!!!