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2025-10-29 15:26:46
Letras
Yo, yo! Turlock in the house tonight!
209 stand up — this that valley heat!
Hands up, smoke up, we ridin’ with the gods tonight!
Let’s go, let’s go!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I came from the dirt, still the paint don’t chip,
Bassline heavy when the west-side flip.
Chrome on the Jeep, that shine too mean,
Assyrian blood, that royal gene.
Heart full of smoke, lungs full of fight,
We don’t talk much — we move by night.
Block still hummin’ when the speakers blast,
Every bounce of the drum make the pain move fast.
Came from the struggle but I walk like flame,
Turlock raised, I’m the one they name.
Whole crowd jumpin’ when I drop that beat,
Mic on fire, I’m the voice of the street.
Whip got tint, speakers shake the land,
Every corner soldier understand the plan.
Slingin’ bars like I sling the weight,
Every rhyme a chance to elevate.
[Verse 2]
Pull up slow, bass rumblin’ deep,
Every head turn when the kings don’t sleep.
Sunset glow, city made of pain,
But we turn that pain to a golden chain.
Whips on shine, spirits in glass,
History heavy but we built to last.
Smoke in the air, old souls in me,
Ghosts of the past still rollin’ free.
Hands in the sky when the beatline crack,
209 soldier, can’t hold back.
Every rhyme a war cry carved in stone,
Every bar a seed that I made my own.
Stacks in the trunk, loyalty in the heart,
Every night we grind, every day we start.
[Verse 3]
This that anthem for the dirt and chrome,
Where the field boys turn the block to home.
Ancient pride with a west-side grin,
Every scar on my hand is a proof of win.
We don’t fake what the blood already know,
We just ride with the truth till the motor blow.
My people built kingdoms outta pain and fight,
Now we buildin’ anthems under valley light.
Chain too cold, sweat too real,
Heart like iron, I don’t need no deal.
If the sky fall down, we gon’ dance in dust,
Cuz the gods still speak when they talk through us.
Jeep sittin’ high, 20’s spin like dreams,
Bitches twerkin’ while I count the schemes.
Smoke in the dash, Henny in the cup,
Ancient bloodline, you can’t bottle this up.
[Verse 4]
Got the whole block lit like a stage on fire,
Hands in the air, crowd climbin’ higher.
Every verse a sermon, every beat a sin,
I was born for the night, let the chaos in.
Cali palm trees with a shadowed face,
We ride through heat with an ancient grace.
Grit in the soul, that dirt don’t fade,
Still sharp as the blade that the elders made.
Crowd shout “Go!” when the bassline drop,
I flow like a storm when the snare go pop.
Turlock raised, got pride in my tone,
Every streetlight feel like home.
Run the block like a king on a chessboard,
Every move calculated, never ignored.
[Verse 5]
Every night a memory carved in sound,
Every beat a ghost that’s still around.
I talk to the streets, they talk right back,
Told me “Son, never lose your track.”
So I move with the weight of the past and pride,
And a whole generation ridin’ by my side.
Flames in the mic when the truth come clear,
Ain’t no fear left, we belong right h
209 stand up — this that valley heat!
Hands up, smoke up, we ridin’ with the gods tonight!
Let’s go, let’s go!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I came from the dirt, still the paint don’t chip,
Bassline heavy when the west-side flip.
Chrome on the Jeep, that shine too mean,
Assyrian blood, that royal gene.
Heart full of smoke, lungs full of fight,
We don’t talk much — we move by night.
Block still hummin’ when the speakers blast,
Every bounce of the drum make the pain move fast.
Came from the struggle but I walk like flame,
Turlock raised, I’m the one they name.
Whole crowd jumpin’ when I drop that beat,
Mic on fire, I’m the voice of the street.
Whip got tint, speakers shake the land,
Every corner soldier understand the plan.
Slingin’ bars like I sling the weight,
Every rhyme a chance to elevate.
[Verse 2]
Pull up slow, bass rumblin’ deep,
Every head turn when the kings don’t sleep.
Sunset glow, city made of pain,
But we turn that pain to a golden chain.
Whips on shine, spirits in glass,
History heavy but we built to last.
Smoke in the air, old souls in me,
Ghosts of the past still rollin’ free.
Hands in the sky when the beatline crack,
209 soldier, can’t hold back.
Every rhyme a war cry carved in stone,
Every bar a seed that I made my own.
Stacks in the trunk, loyalty in the heart,
Every night we grind, every day we start.
[Verse 3]
This that anthem for the dirt and chrome,
Where the field boys turn the block to home.
Ancient pride with a west-side grin,
Every scar on my hand is a proof of win.
We don’t fake what the blood already know,
We just ride with the truth till the motor blow.
My people built kingdoms outta pain and fight,
Now we buildin’ anthems under valley light.
Chain too cold, sweat too real,
Heart like iron, I don’t need no deal.
If the sky fall down, we gon’ dance in dust,
Cuz the gods still speak when they talk through us.
Jeep sittin’ high, 20’s spin like dreams,
Bitches twerkin’ while I count the schemes.
Smoke in the dash, Henny in the cup,
Ancient bloodline, you can’t bottle this up.
[Verse 4]
Got the whole block lit like a stage on fire,
Hands in the air, crowd climbin’ higher.
Every verse a sermon, every beat a sin,
I was born for the night, let the chaos in.
Cali palm trees with a shadowed face,
We ride through heat with an ancient grace.
Grit in the soul, that dirt don’t fade,
Still sharp as the blade that the elders made.
Crowd shout “Go!” when the bassline drop,
I flow like a storm when the snare go pop.
Turlock raised, got pride in my tone,
Every streetlight feel like home.
Run the block like a king on a chessboard,
Every move calculated, never ignored.
[Verse 5]
Every night a memory carved in sound,
Every beat a ghost that’s still around.
I talk to the streets, they talk right back,
Told me “Son, never lose your track.”
So I move with the weight of the past and pride,
And a whole generation ridin’ by my side.
Flames in the mic when the truth come clear,
Ain’t no fear left, we belong right h
Estilo de Música
Kick: 1, 1.75, 3.25, 4 • Snare/Clap: 2, 4 • Hi-Hat: 1, 1.25, 1.5, 1.75, 2, 2.25, 2.5, 2.75, 3, 3.25, 3.5, 3.75, 4, 4.25, 4.5, 4.75 • Open Hat: off-beats on 1.5 & 3.5 • 808 Bass: Slide from 1 to 1.