Sureno Blues Lyrics - Singles - Lil' Rob

Ponle 

I jump in my 1963 Chevrolet 

Watch it lay, orale 

On the floor, en el suelo 

Lifts me off the ground just like a leo, que no 

Simon, packs much power just like mi cuete 

Trece cuarenta y siete 

You're all up in my mix ese, ya vete 

Before you get sliced and diced with the machete 

No te mesa, no se que no te importa nota pinche leva 

Meet me wherever whenever's clever 

Ponle homey, turn up the system 

I got the Sureno blues rhythm 

Ain't nothing quite like it, I like it 

Something to bump to, get drunk to 

I'm down for smoking and drinking and deep thinking 

Deep conversations gets me in like invitations 

Imitations everywhere like a Dayton without a stamp 

But my shit's so tight when it comes out the speakers it gives you ear cramps 

Perhaps you've met me, perhaps you've never had the pleasure 

It never rains in sunny Southern California homeboy 

Never ever cross the wrong homeboy's path and expect to get the last laugh 

Nuh-huh, not here 

You talk shit about me, but you refuse to look at yourself in the mirror 

Peek a boo, disappear, don't nobody want you here 

Suprised? I'm revived 

Resurrected from this overdose of thoughts 

Making my ears ring like gunshots 

Fuck love it's all about the feria 

That's what makes this world go round 

You try not to believe that 

But that's the only feedback, I get from living life my way 

Not a surfer, but I used to ride the crime waves 

Used to live life sideways, wicked slick and sly ways 

Driving thirty down the highways 

And I still can't wait for Fridays 

Hey homeboy 

What's up 

Haven't you heard the news? 

What's that? 

Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, called the Sureno blues baby 

And this is how it gets down on the brownside of town 

Southern Califas style homeboy, check it out 

Simon 

Now when I slip I dip and hit my switch three pumps to the front 

And hop the '63 down the calle 

Drop it to the floor and watch it spark the fuck up 

Ponle 

Drop the top, watch the cops 

Time to go, keep it slow 

'cause everybody knows it's not hard to spot a pelon 

Cruising an old Chevy convertible 

It's incredible, serious, serio, all in your stereo 

Keep it original, imagine the video 

Goddamn that'd be bomb 

Everybody begging me to make my song three hours long 

Bubble up like a bong, it shouldn't belong 

While the rest of you vatos keep talking shit about each other 

Going back and forth like ping pong, now that's wrong 

Say you're gonna do it, then do it 

Say you're gonna pull it, then pull it 

Got a point to prove ese, then prove it 

What you waiting for homeboy, you ain't shit and I fucking knew it 

Walk down to the old liquor store 

To grab me a bottle of that old funky wine 

I'm gonna drink it all by myself 

Ain't nobody's business but mine 

Whew 

Catch me drinking funky wine down by the riverside 

South, watch your fucking mouth or you'll be floating up the river 

Pescados having you for dinner 

Claiming that you're badder 'cause you're bigger 

Homeboy how the fuck you figure? 

I'm chopped down trees and brought bigger enemies to their knees 

So please, please, please 

Get gone with the breeze or gone with the wind, whichever one comes in 

You remind me of the Wizard of Oz and that vato made of tin 

No heart, don't start something you can't finish 

'cause when it comes down to it I'm gonna mean business 

And I'm in it to win it and you best believe I'll kill it 

And I'll witness your quickness to your own fucking finish ese 

Ponle 

Haha, Sureno blues 

That's right, simon ese 

That's how we put it down homeboy 

Get down homey, get down 

Show em what Sureno blues is all about ese, que no 

Ponle 

That's right 

Simon 

That's my Sureno blues 

Get down ese, get down 

Get down homey 

Yeah, that's right 

Whew 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's my Sureno blues 

That's right, oh yeah 

This is my, Sureno blues