S.U.R. Songtext

von Duende

This is to any true sureño down to ride
Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died
Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky
Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die

Soldados we pull more tricks than magos
Sureños conrolamos, twist the caras of caga palos
Malos with the cuernos send them through the mundo eterno
Make them prisioneros, los mandamos al enfierno
Just like pancho villa, sippin on tequila, strapped
When i take your vida with a slug up in your back
Packing AK's, mini-macs, and cap whatever's walking
Watch that shit you talkin or you'll just might end up laying in a coffin
Stalking these chavalas, you can't stop what you can't see
And you can't see that D-U-E-N-D-E which is me
So be just what the fuck your clicka wants to be
But no matter what you be, you still can't fade the big ONE-THREE
I represent the sickest calles, straight up un desmadre
Que chingen a su madre cause my clicka puts in jale
El que se pare, tira sangre a lo pendejo
Dos o tres cuentasos en el pecho, asi los dejo
I be the baddest, i'm about to prove this shit
I'll grab the fullest clip that i can find to do this shit
I thought you knew this shit, i put some lead in these imposters
Knock them out like boxers, we're motherfuckin mobsters

This is to any true sureño down to ride
Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died
Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky
Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die

Controlamos, sequestramos, representamos
Wey que se apendeje asta la vieja le quitamos
Me da risa ver a tanto wey sangrando
Siguo balaciando hasta que los miro gatillando
Soy el que sige caminando por tu quadra
Chavala que me tenga corage, que se abra
Quiren la cara, para ver si no hago nada
Los dego sin sangre, como el pinche chupa cabra
Ay sufisiente balasos para el que me enfrente
Uno ocho siete, muriran con todo y jente
Para empesar, el SUR nunca se a sabido ragar
Decedidos a matar, balaciar y a fileriar
Empuestos a ganar, la escupeta nunca falla
Les a llegar la bala, sera por de la batalla
Con una bala, i can take the next chavala
What can stop the beats outside, i'm thinkin nada
Criminals, that's puttin any fools up on their backs
I got your homies at the mortuaries dressed in black
Maniacs, strapped with the blue rag in the sky
Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die

This is to any true sureño down to ride
Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died
Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky
Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die

I slang alone with the chingaso to your dome
I'm known to break their bones
And like a bitch i make them moan
Pelon encabronado de soldado caga palo
I make them swallow hallow tips and than my troops will fallow
My fuckin blue rag, a que me estrellas in a bodybag
Tie him to the bumper and let that motherfucker drag
I wave around my flag, got them busters lookin mad
We're the baddest enemigos and the worse you'll ever have
I grab my .44 mag and point it to the sky
This is for any true sureño down to fuckin ride
I can't make up my mind why would you wanna fuck with us
Armed and dangerous i'm fuckin nuts ready to bust
I told you to be ware when guerra was declared
And now you lookin scared, paranoid and looking everywhere
I pull my .357 to your frente
That evil fuckin Duende got your jefa con pendiente
Siempre got your jefa, asking where her mijo be
She should've told her mijo not to come and fuck with me
He try to wave that red rag around me, got rejected
Caught the unexpected, now he's resurrected

This is to any true sureño down to ride
Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died
Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky
Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die