Mad Memories

Pendejadas and mamadas thanks for nothing I was never one of those that would run when the gangsters were coming Acting dumb and ignorant and on something testing my nuts but I was never good at running Think I cared too much when no one really gave a f*ck Thought I was a political prisoner the first time I got locked up by my third case I was in the worst place Felt like doing my part to increased the murder rate had my kids had a late by hod standards All the fine hynas from high school are already grandmas and I gave my number back in 2006 And I aint never going back ive beaten two cases since and all I ever did was represent I aint innocent I told a few lies to make it easier to live but add it all up the some of my parts I never really had much all I had was heart Never really had nobody else But im leaving it all behind And im moving on yes im moving on Gangsta killer that's not me, of course, I did some dumb shit Jacking motherfuckers with a gun clip they say they got the pounds for the low time for the setup Got a go head up with O.E. and Black Sancho we in a cutlass in Encanto give me that loot Give me them packs i call it a jack you call it a lick we want them bricks gimme that Then my homies went away to a cage phone calls calling collect made me think about my life Meanwhile, we're jacking bikes Suzukis alright its that south bay life rapper in the day criminal and night Closet full of P's Gnut got them keys Im like 16 dropping 16's at the studio Coke lines on the audio pendejadas wit alotta smoke never tell get your jaw broke Clientele with the gold rope handshake pretty girls in ski boats thats the past but i still follow the G code