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Artist: Ese 40'z
Song: Nuevo Mex Malillas
Album: The Realest
Year: 2011


-Lyrics-

"Nuevo Mex Malillas"

(Ese 40'z Verse One)
You can't fuck with this, lyrical "Chicano Stilo"
"Ese Forty Ounce" repping this for all my people
cuz I'm chillin, "Nuevo......Mexico Malillas"
Never second guess the juego, "Puto come te creias?"
muy chingon on the transa, fucking with the frío
puro hielo en mis calles, "Tiny Town" yo conocido
"T-Towneros, pistoleros" en el "Valle De Pecos"
siempre peleando con los perros, puros mecos
que ponen el dedo, pinches gueys tienen miedo
don't start talking shit, if you don't want no pedo
so fuck the rest, from the pinta to the libre
tengo corazon, pero amor ya no me sirve
showing love for my town, eyes red from the zácate
salting up my lime, while I'm drinking a "Tecate"
or "Carta Blanca", go and grab a cold caguama
with a grin on my face, naked hyna on my cama
cuz life is just a movie, and I'm shooting all the footage
if you knew me, really truly, you'd know my heart is where the hood is
with the homies on the block, and they're ready for some action
cuetes cocked back, waiting for some satisfaction
I take a shot of some pisto, no remorse, no regrets
and the homies getting listo, for the night time fun lets
take a trip through my town, that never sleeps, wide awake
watching all the malillas, cuz the wicked have no break

(Ese 40'z Chorus) 2X
"Nuevo Mex Malillas" straight enchanted with the sickness
pisteando chelas frías, no remorse fuck a witness
in the "Belly Of The Beast", where the vultures feast
and not a care in the least, with my soldiers creased

(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
I'm on some lyrical, drop thirty bars when I clear a flow
reflecting like the stars, with the music as my mirror though
look and you will find, if you read between the lines
I be more than tattoos, and throwing gang related signs
in my town we be camouflaged, desert land subliminal
creep up on that ass, commit some acts, defined as criminal
we cynical, in my world, death is identical
to a gang related lifestyle, but more tinted though
to keep the light out, cuz my town be nocturnal
mothafuckas never sleep, wide awake to the eternal
doing dirty deeds, packing clips full of thirty seeds
ready to plant in a mutt, we ready to buck, that's what I heard she needs
it seems that where I dwell, we infected with a sickness
ready to empty shells, on a confidential witness
if you from where I'm from, ain't no trust, and you better know
snitch breeding grounds, training law enforcement federal
in the town where I chill, lots of mothafuckas lost
I stay faded with the homies, carefree to the cost
where we forget to forget, all our problems in a drunken
daze with the "Oldies", and "Chicano Raps" bumpin
gone in the mind, like awaking in a dream
finding out you're still dreaming, in the same wicked scene
I stand with all my lokos, and I'm hanging on to memories
let the tiempos fly, like tomorrow just may never be
reaching for the past, but now I know it's long gone
so I drift on a song, while the future comes along
just trying to find my way, and looking for them better days
I think we all kind of are, in our own wicked ways
and my land is malillas, make a toast to the deceased
as I'm downing chelas frías, trying to find some inner peace
cuz I'm trying to dodge the pen, and death is blowing on the wind
inside my world is like a circle, bout to reach the start again
so as the world turns, the sick souls hit the pipe
and then the day turns to night, in this illusion we call life

(Ese 40'z Chorus) 2X
"Nuevo Mex Malillas" straight enchanted with the sickness
pisteando chelas frías, no remorse fuck a witness
in the "Belly Of The Beast", where the vultures feast
and not a care in the least, with my soldiers creased

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