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[Young Sicc]Oh yeahBack up in the house for that Y2K shotYoung Sicc aka Frank NittyWith my dog KnightowlWhat's up dogKeeping it real babyYou know what I'm sayingWe're gonna show you fools how to representRepresent that Dago styleKiller Cal style, baby[Young Sicc]Well it's that E-double S-E represent to the fullestThe mic is like a nine homeboy, don't make me pull thisTrigger if you figure that you can hang with usEse Sicc in the brain, click click, shoot 'em up shoot 'em up, bang bangBe ready to throw them thangs and drop them bombs on yaAnd this is how we do it in that Southern KillaforniaG's carry rags and represent your true colorsAnd if you ask me it feels good to be that Mexican brotherI handle my own and mind my ownBut if you try to step you best believe it's going to be going down dogDropping bombs, stomping fools like King KongTake my steel-toes off your head and then I'm goneSo just recognize and watch your little stepSongtexteOr be like American Me and catch that sharp shank to your neckBut I ain't trying to trip, just letting you know where I standComing sick with this shit and representing Mexicans[Chorus x2: Young Sicc]Represent like it ain't no thangRepresent staying true to the gameRepresent when we're out just hanging, banging, swangingRepresent that neighborhood gang[Knightowl]Better believe I represent reality, my street mentalityWill bring the pain, so don't get caught up in the gameThe life I lead was not exactly what I choseHanging out on corner and drinking brew with winosSmoking on the lala, the sound of fucking valasThrough the night up in the city where it's wicked, Dago where I kick itG's all around me, mobbing through the countyDon't ever step and try and cross the line or you will find meGot my boy Frank Nitty going off on your committeeYou want to get brave, we'll give that ass an early graveLittle youngsters throwing up their shitAnd ain't knowing I'm a GI'm part of the reason shit goes down up in the SDWe represent this to the fullest, and I'm quick to pull a jaleMe vale madre, chinga tu madreThe loc'est of them all, I'm guaranteed to make you fallVictim all up in the ghetto 'cause I wear the fucking metal baby[Chorus x2][Young Sicc]I represent everywhere I go and where I be atCreased up Levis, Chuck Taylors and that San Diego hatThat grey pulled over sweater, Mexicans sticking togetherThrough tough situations, any kind of weatherRolling in Impalas, Regals and CadillacsHomies got that San Diego tatted on their backsAnd even on their arms, head and the chestBut this is how we do it on that wicked ass WestG's come out the pen, they're all sleeved upSo approach the wrong G and watch that ass get beat upI'm only duece-one but got family that taught me wellAnd they got all kinds of stories to tell, laying low like a shellAvoid sand getting kicked up in your faceYou recognize or get put in your placeI always stay quiet and listen to what my family had to sayAnd thank 'em that I got to live to see another day[Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania