Life Story
It all started in Spain, I born there, in some small shitty hospital,
I born as a very grown kid, more than all other kids in the hospital.
As a child, I never went school, because my dad was a Hispanic gangster,
he was a very respected member in the Los Locotes, but shit,
it’s a real problem when your dead is a gangster,
some fucked up peoples comes here, and asking for him,
so most of the time I was yelling on them dr**-מצונזר-** stupid assholes, they went away from the house door,
really.
Orale ese, I know what I really want, being in the Los Locotes,
and respected like my dad, with the Hispanic pride on me, I got my rag in age 16,
a blue fresh rag from the south ese, it's on my forehead right now when I'm writing it homeboy,
just try me and get shot by my sweet berretta, eh'.
Mm, In age 24 many peoples of the Los Locotes has gone to Los Santos, so I decided to do the same thing,
I took my clothes, berretta, rag and everything I keep, bought a flight tickets to Los Santos,
after a eight hours of getting bored in suck ass airplane, we finally landed, In Los Santos.
I called a cab, it arrived really quickly, the ride cost me 50 bucks, I arrived at El Corona, all my friends we're there,
I greeted them, and asked them some things about Los Santos, some important places, and such things.
I am working as a gun and drug dealer, very good money but illegal, because I almost got my ass busted by the stupid cops,
I am fucking rich ese, this is how I live, with money, and my pride with the blue rag on my forehead, orale.
Psst, you know? I really like that girl over there, her name is Abelena Vasquez, hold your fingers for me, I really wanna keep her to myself, remember that, haha.
So, about our barrio in El Corona, it happened about one year ago, few stupid niggers from the east decided to start a shootout and a beef with us, we took our glocks out, and bang bang, they're dead putos right now, we dumped them in the ground, and spitted on their face, after making a "EC" sign on their heads, it was deadly.