What you in it for, dawg?

I did it for the brown pride.

That's right.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for my people on the streets, cruising up and down with these badass beats.

I did it for the brown pride.

Tell them, dawg.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for the people on the streets, cruising down the block to these badass beats.

People always ask me, brown, what you in it for, dawg?

You in it for the money?

You in it for the bitches?

I tell them not, dawg.

I'm in it for my people.

In it for the homies in the Regos, hitting a switch, buffing my shit, because five years

ago you didn't know you could catch me at a car show, open up a Mr. Shadow, night out,

and light a shade, but you haters didn't notice me now rolling GMP, till the day that I D .I .E.,

still repping for the city, black California, now I'm on you with the big homie ODM.

We them two down Mexican, so dope, we got you spinning around and proud again.

Don't step up in the booth if you ain't speaking the truth, just shut your trap with your fake

ass gangster raps.

I did it for the brown pride.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for my people on the streets, cruising up and down with these badass beats.

I did it for the brown pride.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for the people on the streets, cruising down the block to these badass beats.

I did it for the love homies, that whole Mexican race, but it seems nowadays all that shit

went to waste.

Haters surround me, but they don't know the background, can't get along with this ten

year vet now, talking shit on your underground raps just to get some pussy and get fucked

out your contract.

Are you a rapper or a gangster?

Then stay the fuck off the mic and homie, stick to what made ya.

People like you don't belong in this game, you hurt the market, and your hood's your

only fame.

You want to rap?

Then stick to backyard parts.

I'm sick of all these lops who try to be artists, trying their hardest, but you never

come close to me.

I seen you at a show and be like, who they supposed to be?

I stay paid while you rap for free.

I did it for the brown pride.

I did it for the streets.

I did it for the brown pride.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for my people on the streets, cruising up and down with these badass beats.

I did it for the brown pride.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for the people on the streets, cruising down the block to these badass beats.

Now tell me what it take just to get some respect.

I got these four headed fools staring me down like they got me in check.

Fuck that, fuck them.

I do it for my Mexicans with the green, white, and red in the air.

I know it ain't fair that these fools want to stop and stare.

Look at us, grab these straps and start the bus.

Yeah, got them all rebellious, these fools just jealous.

And now I'm sitting here observing, serving these fools with some bomb tracks.

ODM the brown boy, we got them bomb raps.

2002, it ain't a damn thing changing.

I'm still brown prided on your radio station.

You want to spend all your time on hating us, fool?

Then first you better learn how to bust, fool.

Light and shade of brown is a universal name.

I did it for my head there.

Motherfuck the pain.

I did it for the brown pride.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for my people on the streets, cruising up and down with these badass beats.

I did it for the brown pride.

I did it for the homies in the low ride.

I did it for the people on the streets, cruising down the block with these badass beats.