Lyrics
. Representin tha VaLLey.
HooK- Represent where iM from, representin tha valley../ Southeast of Los Angeles
NorthEast of San Diego..// x3
Verse 1- :24
Yo, iM murderous, California, Representin tha VaLLey../ SuperLatinz, M3L on tha arm,
iM gettin it tatted..// iTz CoacheLLa where I stay at, hold up, lemme spell that../
C-O-A-C-H-E-double L-A, Coachella..// Represent for Indio, PD, Cat. City../ LQ, Palm
Springz, roLLin them phiLLiez..// Packd wit tha nine-mili, at large and concealing../
holmie, these streetz got me strappd like a baby..// Tell tha VaLLey throw them handz up,
iM bout to fiLL tha standz up../ iM bout to throw them biLLz on tha desk like a
tantrum..// I gotz my Warriorz, there aint no controllin us.../ see me kick tha speaker,
throw tha mic after I tore it up..// RawD who they kiddin?, game be ballistic../ tha mamiz
round here, they down right delicious..// HoLLa at a playa, Im off tha I-10../ get off at
C-Town, on 49 make a left..// Oldest padz on tha block..////
Verse 2-
Yo, We got tha finest mamiz, rock tha fliest bodiez../ whas up to U-92.7, tell errybody..//
Drop it word for word, down to represent from birth../ tell em nothin shake CaLi, cuz
CaLi shake tha Earth..// Yo we blast, think fast, to thrash,ask questionz last../ we dont
tolerate, like an asshole, we get all up in your ass..// Slay you Mexican style, break your
face in tha ground../ this aint hollywood ese, therez maad weaponz in town..// Ever been
out here? evil men out here../ tha evil that men do, yo itz them out here..// Sureñoz trece,
yo itz not jus a number../ itz not jus a color, mafia put you under..// From tha Proyectoz,
to tha Varrio Nuevo../ 5-0 to 5-2, 2nd st. Tiny Locoz..// This tha ghetto, yo we live in
shadowz../ where Gateway dont mean a computer, ayo!..////
HooK.
Verse 3-
Yo, it’s sweaty out here, son we live for tha breeze.../ specially when tha streetz be 125
degreez.// I aint duckin from tha heat, supply tha ammunition../ ridin 18’z, white shadow,
avenue 50..// I roll wit this kat yo, he armed like goro../ jus got outta tha pen, holdin tha
four-o...// Slippin by, he been fiendin, murderous guy../ told me bout tha ex holmie, hez
gon murder that guy..// But thatz another story, heh, back to tha valley../ where you can
find tha SuperLatinz up in tha Record Alley..// Or we tearin up tha club, chiLL wit drinkz
up in tha pub.../ if you see me on 111, holmie throw it up..// Cuz no matter where you
from, we can alwayz smoke a blunt../ get me rich off this shit, you’ll get as high as you
want..// There aint no limit to this, tha way I murder tha track../ Representin for tha
Valley, where tha SuperLatinz be at..//
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