Lowriders Gee, Fuerza Regida, with my homie Junior H
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Let's roll my dude, hell yeah, hell yeah
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Street Man, Lumbre Music, Ranch, yes sir
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661 my zip, Califas my capital
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Bakersfield's known me since I was a kid
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I grew up loyal, I got it from my dad
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And time flies by here
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Cause I wound up behind bars
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I'd better tell it, dig deep into the past
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Like that slammed-down Lowrider Gee
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For my hustle it's a beast of a ride
I've already left the past behind
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Bro Ángel knows he can count on me in any situation
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That's my homie Junior H, on another level, Samelán
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They call me Muelas, everybody knew me
Everything came little by little
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Backstabs for chasing the good life
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Shades all over the States, the money's rolling in
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They'll see me on the streets in my '63 Chevy
They respect me, I'm the boss
My twins are my pride and joy
I swear they won't lack a thing
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Alive or dead they'll have it all
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Pure Rancho Humilde, old man