Ponle
I jump in my 1963 Chevrolet
Watch it lay, orale

On the floor, en el suelo
Lifts me off the ground just like a leño, que no
Simon, packs much power just like mi cuete

Trece cuarenta y siete
You're all up in my mix ese, ya vete
Before you get sliced and diced with the machete

No te mesa, no se que no te importa nota pinche leva
Meet me wherever whenever's clever
Ponle homey, turn up the system

I got the Sureno blues rhythm
Ain't nothing quite like it, I like it
Something to bump to, get drunk to

I'm down for smoking and drinking and deep thinking
Deep conversations gets me in like invitations
Imitations everywhere like a Dayton without a stamp

But my %#@!'s so tight when it comes out the speakers it gives you ear cramps
Perhaps you've met me, perhaps you've never had the pleasure
It never rains in sunny Southern California homeboy

Never ever cross the wrong homeboy's path and expect to get the last laugh
Nuh-huh, not here
You talk %#@! about me, but you refuse to look at yourself in the mirror

Peek a boo, disappear, don't nobody want you here
Suprised? I'm revived
Resurrected from this overdose of thoughts

Making my ears ring like gunshots
$#&@ love it's all about the feria
That's what makes this world go round

You try not to believe that
But that's the only feedback, I get from living life my way
Not a surfer, but I used to ride the crime waves

Used to live life sideways, wicked slick and sly ways
Driving thirty down the highways
And I still can't wait for Fridays


Hey homeboy
What's up

Haven't you heard the news?
What's that?
Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, called the Sureno blues baby

And this is how it gets down on the brownside of town
Southern Califas style homeboy, check it out
Simon


Now when I slip I dip and hit my switch three pumps to the front
And hop the '63 down the calle

Drop it to the floor and watch it spark the $#&@ up
Ponle


Drop the top, watch the cops
Time to go, keep it slow
Cuz everybody knows it's not hard to spot a pelon

Cruising an old Chevy convertible
It's incredible, serious, serio, all in your stereo
Keep it original, imagine the video

!@%& that'd be bomb
Everybody begging me to make my song three hours long
Bubble up like a bong, it shouldn't belong

While the rest of you vatos keep talking %#@! about each other
Going back and forth like ping pong, now that's wrong
Say you're gonna do it, then do it

Say you're gonna pull it, then pull it
Got a point to prove ese, then prove it
What you waiting for homeboy, you ain't %#@! and I $#&@ing knew it


Walk down to the old liquor store
To grab me a bottle of that old funky wine

I'm gonna drink it all by myself
Ain't nobody's business but mine
Whew


Catch me drinking funky wine down by the riverside
South, watch your $#&@ing mouth or you'll be floating up the river

Pescados having you for dinner
Claiming that you're badder cuz you're bigger
Homeboy how the $#&@ you figure?
I'm chopped down trees and brought bigger enemies to their knees
So please, please, please

Get gone with the breeze or gone with the wind, whichever one comes in
You remind me of the Wizard of Oz and that vato made of tin
No heart, don't start something you can't finish
Cuz when it comes down to it I'm gonna mean business
And I'm in it to win it and you best believe I'll kill it

And I'll witness your quickness to your own $#&@ing finish ese
Ponle

Haha, Sureno blues
That's right, simon ese

That's how we put it down homeboy
Get down homey, get down
Show em what Sureno blues is all about ese, que no
Ponle
That's right

Simon
That's my Sureno blues
Get down ese, get down
Get down homey
Yeah, that's right
Whew


That's my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno blues

That's my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno blues

That's right, oh yeah
This is my, Sureno blues