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anotha day on West 9th st. by Sad Girl 707
yup im at it again,
tellin yall bout this lil spot,
my block...
west 9th.
cuttin class, otra vez....
jumped in the homegirls ghetto ass bucket,
none of us have our license...
..but fuck it.
we get there, jus cruzzin along..
down that strip of pavement,
thats been our childhood.
past the QuickStop,
where all the Tecatos kick it..
grassless frontyards,
x3's, xiii's...tag'd up on every fence,
the cops dont even bother n e more.
this is my ghetto paradise...
no other place id rather be,
nuthin else id rather see,
than this beautiful mess...
of west 9th.
pull in to tha court,
only 10am..and the homies are all outside...
they cut class too...otra vez.
its like this area's cut off..
not part of the world,
just the laughs, the bud,
mis cholos, and my girls.
i should be at school, or at home, or at work..
but gladly put it all aside,
ta take a ride,
down W9th st...
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