Rolling With My Ruca (Full)

Lyrics

Chicano memoirs

I got somethin' to spit
I got somethin' to say
Imma bout to get lit
I got somethin’ to spray
I got somethin’ write
I got fat chics to pay
I ain't tryna quit
I got fat trax to lay

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Mad flow fire bars
West coast east los
Chicano memoirs
Like el gallo negro
El dragon entra
Como el kung fu chino
Viviste cause I let ya

Bounce when she walk
Curvey feel it in my wesos
Bottelo o bironga
And I'm buzzin’ off her besos
Por favor dispensa
I straight up must confess though
Ella cante acapella
When I hit it por su puesto

Aqui en mi brazo
As I lean to one side
Boots and cats bang
She’d rather die than not ride
Acercate and she starts to slide
Low low and slow
And she ain’t trynna hide

Roses are Violet
Short, dark, sweet and brown
Rollin with my Ruca
That how we get down, get down get down

I take a pull off the 40
Y no fumo las rocks
Oye
Tu abuela bebe vella out the box
Soy El Brown Gambino
El Chulo Lindo
You know what time it is
don't need your clocks

Starin’ hard Tight eyed
Like a chinowith a taco
Se paracia - a mas a un CHINACO
But its ATM
When Im rollin with my Ruca
My bass droppin hard
And it bangs like a bazooka

White tank top
Eyes just under her tando
La Quiero
Pero ella no sabe quanto
Rollin with my Ruca
That's what up
Put my 10 on silent
So it don't interrupt

We pull into the lot as the sun goes down
In our favorite spot
In our favorite town yo
East los you know bros that ain't got no hos like my low
And they hatin’ and still contemplatin'

Haces mucho pancho
So yo aye te watcho
Respetar a los tres vatos
Marked with con safos
Pintado con madre
So quidado llevanate
Un poco mas bajo
Tu quemar llanta despacio
And bounce to this track I compose ya

Roses are violet
Short dark sweet and brown
Rollin with my Ruca
That’s how we get down

Otra vez on the rock
Sé que recuerdas
You member back when her
Días pasaron solos
Ya hombre no llores y no te esponge
Yo soy el jefe
And I am El Chefe
El amor es la comida
So bete
Va

Get down, get down, get down

I got somethin' to spit
I got somethin' to say
Imma bout to get lit
I got somethin’ to spray
I got somethin’ write
I got fat chics to pay
I ain't tryna quit
I got fat trax to lay

Roses are Violet
Short, dark, sweet and brown
Rollin with my Ruca
That how we get down, get down get down

Chicano memoirs

Get down, get down, get down, get down