Hey, yo, O.

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.

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, hittin' a switch, buffin' my shit, cause five years

ago you didn't know you could catch me at a car show.

Opened up for Mr. Shadow, night out, a lot of shade, but you haters didn't notice me.

Now I'm rollin' GMP, tell the day that I D .I .E., still rappin' for the city.

Black California, now I'm on ya, with the big homie O .D .M.

We them two down Mexican, so dope, we got you screamin' brown and proud again.

Don't step up in the booth if you ain't speakin' the truth.

Just shut your trap with your fake -ass gangster raps.

I did it for the brown bride.

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 bride.

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.

Talkin' shit on your underground rap system, get some pussy and get fucked out your contract.

Are you a rapper or a gangster?

Then stay the fuck off them hikin' homies, 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 wanna 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.

Seen you out of show and be like, who they supposed to be?

I stay paid while you rap for free.

I did it for the brown bride.

I did it for the streets.

I did it for the brown bride.

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 bride.

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 wanna stop and stare.

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

Acting all rebellious, these fools just jealous.

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

ODM the brown boy, got them bomb raps.

2002, it ain't a damn thing changing.

I'm still brown -brided on your radio station.

You wanna spend all your time on hating us, fool?

Now first you better learn how to bus, fool.

Light and shade of brown is a universal name.

I did it for my hand fit, motherfuck the band.

I did it for the brown bride.

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 bride.

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.