FUSCA Y FILERO

If death gives me a chance, I’m gonna take care of my mom
And even though I want to do things right, the devil gives me advice
My God doesn’t want me to fall into this lazy life, this thug life, no
But I don’t give a damn, I’ll collect your karma and take down whoever messes up

I don’t want to lose anymore, so what do you know?
If you haven’t been where I’ve been, you won’t understand me
I don’t give a shit about the law, you can’t play me for a fool
With money, without money, I’m still the same king

Hey, dude, I always roll with my crew
I’m just smoking, at La Santa, burning some weed
Load the pipe, I got some good stuff
Blood will spill in my hood if someone snitches

Street, street, streetwise, they call me The Psycho, crazy gangbanger
Street, street, streetwise, always ready to fight, with gun and knife
Street, street, streetwise, they call me The Psycho, crazy gangbanger
Street, street, streetwise, always ready to fight, with gun and knife

I’m still crazy and drunk, I scratch off their bullshit
I see the envy in their eyes, if I screw them over, I’m outta here
I don’t care, if they mess up, I’ll hit them hard
Just don’t mess with mine
I’m used to those damn dogs barking

I’m just like my dad, I don’t like being bossed around
Not even dead will they make me shut up, cholos in my street causing chaos
I’m the toughest on the block
Here comes the damn white boy, we’re the real deal
I want a party and another damn bucket
I always carry my gun for anyone who messes with me

I know you can see the hood in my eyes
All laid back, my body painted
I grew up like this, amidst evil, drugs, and danger
I lived like this, always on guard against the enemy
Because I’m truly from the streets

Street, street, streetwise, they call me The Psycho, crazy gangbanger
Street, street, streetwise, always ready to fight, with gun and knife
Street, street, streetwise, they call me The Psycho, crazy gangbanger
Street, street, streetwise, always ready to fight, with gun and knife