Drinkin' in the cemetery, laughin' and reminiscin' on all them
memories
All the parties we used to have, all the weed, the beer, the liquor, the cash.
Goin to the river to shoot off the straps-remember the time i fell on my ass? You had to pull me out of the river-we had to laugh.
Just getting drunk and blowin' some smoke, what about the time we helped that girl that was bein' choked? Her man thought he was bad 'till he saw the two of us he just ran.
We had some good times, brother i'll always remember that. And when i catch that vato that just had to blast I put that on the West brother i'll have the last laugh.
We livin that gangster vida and one of these days you'll get that chance for your son to finally meet ya. I love you, brother. Thats on the real. Hasta la muerte i'll be packin' my steel.
Just know you ain't forgotten. I remember you once said, ''if I die, I dont want my body in the ground, to start rottin'.'' We had you cremated. we know you would have liked that. still to this day, brother, i'll always have your back.
For my brother Randy Herrera (Monster)
scrappy garcia
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