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I still get down everyday
I get around everyday
I still get lifting
with my kick it
with da homies all day
I crip around everyday
and dat my hood everyday
I still get crazy
when I'm stressing
about my money all day
They still ask us
who they hang out with and who they hang out with
here everything remains the same
I still give it a hard time
that I assure you
and when I'm raw
with a chela I cure it
I still walk the streets
from the south to the valleys
just taking a walk
such maybe there is me
I'm still the same
fame is nothing
I still hang out with the same girl
they are the same friends from the beginning
and to hell still They like me, little bald guy
the same looks
the same clients
I still have some crooked teeth
I'm still sincere, I'm still whole
and of course, I'm still single
I'm still calm, I have not failed
and in all this time
I have not changed
I still get down everyday
I get around everyday
I still get lifting
with my kick it
with da homies all day
I crip around everyday
and dat my hood everyday
I still get crazy
when I'm stressing
about my money all day
common and ordinary
maybe a little
and I'm still Mexican
from the street to the maximum
I extend my hand to my friends
when I pass by in the car
Burning tires all over the block
passing the touch, for those who have and survive
a stream of liquor for those who live in my memory
several posters from south central Los Angeles
adventurous men and nothing less
let's go to the swami for some white tennis shoes
in passing seeing asses working but cool
How about brunette What time do you go out?
Would you like some tacos when you get out of your jale?
I'm applying the classic of a thousand loves
it's also the same shopping in the alleys
t-shirt white firewalls of tradition
and at night, button shirt
I still get down everyday
I get around everyday
I still get lifting
with my kick it
with da homies all day
I crip around everyday
and dat my hood everyday
I still get crazy
when I'm stressing
about my money all day
yeah, aha
Until it's all over
the fame, the fair, the old girls
here we are going to be...
I'm just like this nose
Like anyone
it wouldn't be the same
if I didn't recognize
I haven't gotten lost
I'm stuck
and the fair hasn't affected me
Like everyone, I am not perfect
Like everyone, I have flaws
I am as we are
not different
and I continue to be
for my people
I don't even know remove the loquera my way after long beach
and west coast when take the 405 north
under pass 180 to 'san fernando'
Pacoima, fun nice, shot out to da valley
I get down and get around
all around cali

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