Tonalité : B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Listen up little homies,
I'ma tell you a story
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By the homies from my side,
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all strong and all glorious
Used to watch the people
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in this hood
make their own war
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Used to sit misunderstood
from the way he wore his
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pants creased up
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Consider it cheetah,
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you can tell he was sick with it from the feeder
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Father was tatted, I mean,
from the knees up
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Kep t up out your windows,
pocket right under the heater
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They couldn't stop him,
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his enfita used to ask him not to bang,
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Just because the cops would watch him,
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and amigos on the other side
Straight plottin',
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re cipes to the maw,
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leave them fools rotten
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Unforgotten, on the block,
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nothing would can stop him
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Nino Glocky,
used to let us when they got him
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It was all bad,
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that was before the state pen
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Now let the story begin
El Chican, the protector of the vital
The street judge, no trial
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El Chican, some don't believe he exists
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Until he comes down the
street out the mist
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El Chi can, the way it's been,
something's gotta change
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Streetside, shine up,
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no it ain't a El Chican,
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in Los Angeles, Cumbia
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Am
It's time to clean up the vital
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Now he's all changed,
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fresh out the state pen
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Now he's all banged, made a decision
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To himself to make a small change
It's time to clean up the lane
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He made a promise to himself, so
It can never be the same,
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seen faith, self -redemption
So we knew without a question,
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just with his questions
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Time to leave him all breathless,
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clean up the hand that in the hood
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With the death wish, right his wrongs,
now leave him guessing
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Put on the leather jacket,
with the black mask
And lick that bottle,
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know it was time to make a move
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Cause he's got you,
thought you were in the hood,
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but that was false hopes
Cause he run the block too,
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now that the stack cash
What's about that black mask?
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Am
If you don't believe me, ask El
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Got a shotgun and the rest,
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he put a hole through that chest
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Anything he had to do
to finish up the quest
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El Chicano, the protector of the vital
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Dm
The street church, no tribe
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El Chicano,
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some don't believe he exists
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Until he comes down the
street of the mist
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El Chicano, the way it's been,
something's gotta change
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Street signs shine up,
no it ain't a game
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El Chicano, en Los Angeles, Cumbia
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It's time to clean up the vital
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