CHARLIE ROW CAMPO

CHARLIE ROW CAMPO - Last Day lyrics

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Yeah I'm In A 63

Bouncin' To A Beat

Los Angeles County

Where The Gangstas Meet

Shady Boys My Plaquiaso

The Way That I Creep

I'll Either End Up In Prison

Or End Up Six Feet Deep

Eleven Five Fiffty Of That Methamphetamine

Enemigas Let' Em In

Bullet Shells Hit The Scene

This Is Six Letter Dogg

The Mutha Fuckin F

Still Gon Bang That Shit

With The Ink On My Flesh

This Be Monte Killa Cali

Moor Park All Day

Trying To Catch Me

You Ain't Creepin

Cause I Grip An K

You Heard The Shots

When They Rang

Monte Flores Be The Gang

Eyes Low Rims Slow

Do You Really Wanna Bang

It's The Wicked Wicked West

Ese, That's My Q

Ain't My First Time On The Block

I Know Exactly What To Do

Death Before Dishonor

I Don't Know About Defeat

Six Letter On My Dome

Charlie Row Runs The Streets

See The Homies In The Street

I'm Calling Out

Got A City That Thinks Im Balling Now

Trying Live My Life

Like My Last Day

And The Streets Keep My Calling My Name

Even Though We Try And Hustle

Don't Think That We Didn't Have To Struggle

So Pay Attention To The Words I Say

Cuz This Could Be My Last Day

Gang Life Murder Rights

In That Boyle Heights

Killing Spree We Just Bleed

Just To Earn Them Stripes

Tatoos Bunch Of Skulls

With The Violent Crimes

Inked Up In The Skin

Aztec Mexicans

Iced Dimmed

Comprehended

Could Be Life In The Pin

Flat's Life Be My Life

To my wretched Sin

I'll Lose My Soul

For The Row And My Varrio

Like C.G. Says That On Serio

Im a gang member ese

i Be Putting You Down

In The City Of El Monte Flores

Just Stoppin Grounds

All The Homies Givvin pressure

Making Ashes Street Wires

Don't Criticize This gangster

Just For Livin His Life

Surving On The Streets

it Ain't No Joke

Everyday You Hear About

Another Vato Gettin Smoked

Funerals Comming faster

than holidays

Prayers From A jefas

praying that we Live Another Day

See The Homies In The Street

I'm Calling Out

Got A City That Think im Balling Now

Trying Live My Life

Like My Last Day

In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name

Even Though We Try And Hustle

Don't Think That We Didn't Have To Struggle

So Pay Attention To Words I Say

Cuz This Could Be My Last Day

Damn Perro MotherFuckin

Streets Are Hectic Ese

MotherFuckers Dying Everyday

Homie

That's Right

It's Dedicated To All

The Riders Out There

Homeboy

In The City Of A Dub

And We Show No Mercy

Ese Times Running Out

And The Streets Don' Curse Me

Yet Another Brown struggle

in A Life So Puzzled

Cheap poor, welfare

So We Force To Hustle

Tatoos On My Dome

Ain't No Place Like Home

Serving Pierdas In The Varrio

It's That Danger Zone

Criminal Tactics

We Blasted

The Last Man Standing

You Can Ask

My Perro Twitts

While We drove away laughing

Off The Ranfla Homeboy

Like An Aztec Play

To The Pistol Barrel is

Smoking

Loco What Can I Say

I Try To Do

What's Right

But The Streets Is Calling

I Got A CD Now And

Now They Think Am Balling

But The Truth

Of The Matter

Is That Am

Driving With My Killa

They Try Me To Kill a

Neighborhood Brain Spilla

Ain't No Studio In Mind

If You Think So

Test Me

You Ain't Even Impressing

Yet Them Locos Is Flexing

See The Homies In The Street

I'm Calling Out

Got A City That Thinks Im Balling Now

Trying Live My Life

Like My Last Day

In The Streets Keep My Calling My Name

Even Though We Try And Hustle

Don't Think That We Didn't Have To Struggle

So Pay Attention To Words I Say

Cause This Could Be My Last Day

Thanks to ShadyHPS for correcting these lyrics

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