CHARLIE ROW CAMPO - County Blues lyrics
rate me<i>[Chorus:]</i>
I hope I make thru anotha day
It's goin down in a county way
I think I betta sharp anotha blade
Try to understand it's hard to make it through
When I'm in my county blues
<i>[Chino Grande:]</i>
See I'm a rider that soldado when it comes to my varrio
Head bangin stay swangin when I'm in the condado
Beat boppin head stompin ain't a damn thang changed
And It's just been like that mi house is back in the days
I'm a roll leave they face all bloody & split
But ey that's what you get for some gangster shit
We don't tolerate junk bumpin off the gums
I start the fiero to your neck & turn around for the next one
I'm a a fool with a tool that I know how to use
An A+ in the streets but barely made it thru high school
On the tira arrayeta & it just don't stop
Whoever seen a tintos face once his eyeballs pop
Talk now & talk loud cause there ain't no lip service
All the riding for the cause & you know that it's worth it
Sympathetic forget it baby you just don't understand
All my P's & Q's but I'm a call you when I can
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
My homie Chino got a chain today
He did a hale then he got away
I think it's time to sharp anotha blade
Try to understand that it's hard to make it through
When I'm in my county blues
<i>[Baby Jokes:]</i>
Oh fuckin well
W-V-L
I'm stuck cookin pruno in a 1 man cell
Counties getting packed
Homies getttin cracked
Hura on a tira Charlie Row from the back
This shits to real
Bars made of steel
Muthafukas faker then a 3 dollar bill
Funny style homies
Muthafukin phonies
Actin like they somethin dumb cleomes
But they don't know the business they act like they do
Soon they're guna learn to keep a real state true
You gotta learn to crawl before your ass walks
You gota learn how to speak before your ass talks
Alley County Jail this shit ain't no joke
We sip on pruno with drape soups for a dope
If rides kick off we ask no questions
I stay on my toes even if there's no tension
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
I hope I make thru anotha day
It's goin down in a county way
I think I betta sharp anotha blade
Try to understand it's hard to make it through
When I'm in my county blues
<i>[Lil Minor:]</i>
Nickel sacks & flapjacks
Slanging weed by the cash
Pill this back up for us all homie fuck that
I describe my name runnin my bunk in that 28 hundred block
The prison macho pissin got my hood lightin up a spot
These psycho muthafukas might be poppin hot leads
My copecha is in my sock homie drop dead
Keep your hands in your pockets & your shoulders to the walls
Stay away from that phone homie is she really waitin for your call
Sabes in the chat hall don't speak
You got 5 minutes to eat & back on your feet
Keep a tight grip on your solid steel food tray
Crack a tinto open a head shield up when a hura spray
It's just another day livin in this county maze
A message to my youngsters we all learned the hard way
Minor from Pamona spittin game so true
Watch me man up in my county blues
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
My homie Chino got a chain today
He did a hale then he got away
I think it's time to sharp anotha blade
Try to understand that it's hard to make it through
When I'm in my county blues
