BLACKS N MEXICANS (feat. ScHoolboy Q & B-Real)

It's crazy 'cause we all started together You know, you go next door to Mario house (On the real) Y'all exchange video games, know each other on a personal level Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another We done lost sight of the greater good (On the real) We just live in peace and harmony 'Cause we all come from God at the end of the day (Talk to 'em) L.A.-L.A., L.A.-L.A., ayy He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy I be out in Compton wearin' Nene, ayy Then I slide to Bompton, rest in peace Frog I'm a West side nigga, yeah, the best side Got some real steppers with me from the East side 2022, I'm runnin' for the mayor Big bros told lil' homie, "get your paper" Momma kicked me out the house, she said I'm disrespectful My lil' brother went to prison, we was livin' reckless Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo And you ain't Taylor Gang if you ain't got it blasted on you, ooh Welcome to the jungle, in my hand, holdin' thunder On my block, call my number, put your ass in the slammer Runnin' hot like the Cali' summer When I was younger, the division used to put us under Now don't you wonder? Feelin' blind from the one time See us in, at the county on the gray line And all I ever had was money on my fuckin' mind Now I'm livin' in the war zone, gettin' mine You understand? You gotta get up outta there We was gonna walk out on them On they shit, the de Mayo thing So we did Ayy, eighth grade, I never walked the stage We had took too many fades, I was fuckin' up my grades It was Black versus Mexican, fightin' in the locker room Walkin' down the block at night, hop out, pop at you Always with the extra, never turn down It was nicks, dimes and dubs 'til we got the whole pound Po-po, police, always gettin' profiled Mack, rest in peace, they did my niggas so foul Me and J.M., realest in the city though We was out in '54, Mils and G.Casso Pushaz as hell, B, we got the bitty on lock Can't believe we lost your pops, always said we'd be on top Tried to tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long" Tried to tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long" They tried to tell me that I'd never make it, ooh I got pistols hopin' to fade, what's the play? (Ayy) Nigga, you gettin' smoked underage, feelin' godly (Ayy) This molly my only crime (Brrt, brrt), ooh, yeah Tiffany shades, this a wave For the fame we change, all we wanna be was gang (Ayy) Throw the chamber and knock 'em, be hangin', we on the way In the mean, deaf crackers, we can't escape, uh Judge give me twenty, hell in my mother's face, agh Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race, uh Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith No fathers and dead homies, another day (Brrt)