Real Gangsta
South Park Mexican Lyrics


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[Chorus:]
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see...

[Verse 1:]
He was a good kid all through elementary
A's & B's & had no enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked home
He couldn't read all the words on the walls though
So many letters was crossed out with X's
He wondered but knew not to ask those questions
No pops & his Mom worked to the nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the wrong color
& they stayed in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved & knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
Verse 1 done take me to the 2nd one.

[Chorus:]
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see... [x2]

[Verse 2:]
7th grade. Why so much homework?
Got a pot pie sittin' in the stove burnt
Mama still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it 'cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a victim of a hit 'n' run
There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy.
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy.
"Where did you get that from?" The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta steal one
We too young they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fire back.
Who is they & why would they blast at me?
'Cause you from the hood fool, this is family.

[Chorus:]
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see... [x2]

[Verse 3:]
A year passes now the kids dicky's sag
In his pocket got a knife & a nickel bag
& the homeboy that showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a burban
Puttin' work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed on 2 hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered often while
His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his Moms' on the ground
On her knees yellin' "Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him smile
He can turn his 2Pac up loud
He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"
& while the kid is listenin' to her words
All he can think about is bloody bloody murders.

[Chorus:]
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see... [x2]

[Juan Gotti:]
Yo, man, this is Juan Gotti & I want to tell my people to keep your dreams alive, man.
Don't let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams.
Believe in yourself.
& Don't follow the blind.
You deserve the best in life, homito.




You can have it.
It's our time now, man.

Overall Meaning

In "Real Gangsta," South Park Mexican tells the story of a young Mexican boy who gets drawn into gang life. The first verse describes his innocence in walking home from school and not understanding the gang graffiti on the walls. The second verse shows how he begins to get involved with a homeboy who pulls out a gun and explains that they can fire back if someone shoots at them. And the third verse portrays how the boy has now become a full-fledged gangster with sagging pants, a knife, and a nickel bag, who is attending the funeral of the homeboy who showed him his first gun. The song ends with Juan Gotti's voice telling people to keep their dreams alive and not follow a lifestyle that could destroy them.


Line by Line Meaning

She don't know why
The mother of a young Mexican child does not understand why he has turned into a gang member.


But all she knows
Despite not understanding the reason, the mother is aware that her child has become a gang member.


Is that her youngest child
The child in question is the youngest of the mother's offspring.


Is a Real Gangsta now
The child has adopted a lifestyle of a gang member and is now considered a 'Real Gangsta.'


You see...
This line is a transition before the start of the first verse.


He was a good kid all through elementary
During his elementary years, the child was a well-behaved student.


A's & B's & had no enemies
The child performed well academically and did not have any enemies.


But he saw all the G's as he walked home
On his way home from school, the child noticed gang members.


He couldn't read all the words on the walls though
The child was not able to read the graffiti on the walls which were likely gang-related.


So many letters was crossed out with X's
There were several letters that were crossed out with X's, which could be a sign of gang territory or gang symbols.


He wondered but knew not to ask those questions
The child was curious but understood not to ask any questions.


No pops & his Mom worked to the nail
The child's father was not present, and his mother worked hard to provide for him.


She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
Despite financial struggles, the mother was able to buy the child a discounted pair of shoes.


She didn't know, she bought the wrong color
The mother unknowingly bought the wrong color of shoes for her child.


& they stayed in the closet all summer
As a result of being the wrong color, the shoes remained in the closet throughout the summer.


Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
Despite not being part of a gang, the child was aware of their beliefs and values.


He knew what they loved & knew what they hated
The child understood the likes and dislikes of the gang members he encountered.


Now he's in Middle School, same individual
The child continued his education in Middle School, but remained the same individual.


But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
Middle school is where the child's path took a difficult turn.


This is the life of a young Mexican
The child's struggles and experiences are representative of many young Mexicans.


Verse 1 done take me to the 2nd one.
The first verse has ended, and the artist transitions to the second verse.


7th grade. Why so much homework?
In seventh grade, the child is questioning the amount of homework he is given.


Got a pot pie sittin' in the stove burnt
The child's meal is burnt in the oven.


Mama still ain't back from her job yet
The mother has not yet returned home from work.


So he eats it 'cause that's all he got left
Despite being burnt, the child eats the pot pie as it his only option for a meal.


Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
The child spends some time with his pet dog, Cinnamon.


His last dog was a victim of a hit 'n' run
The child's previous pet dog was killed in a hit and run accident.


There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy.
A friend arrives at the child's home.


Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy.
The friend reveals that the child's mother is not home, and he shows off his gun.


"Where did you get that from?" The kid asked
The child questions where his friend got the gun from.


We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
The friend stole the gun during a home robbery and has other stolen items stashed elsewhere.


It was the first time he ever held a real gun
The child is handling a real gun for the first time in his life.


To get one of these you gotta steal one
The friend informs the child that the only way to obtain a gun is by stealing one.


We too young they won't let us buy a gat
They cannot buy a gun as they are too young.


Now if they shoot at us we can fire back.
The friend believes they can defend themselves if somebody shoots at them.


Who is they & why would they blast at me?
The child questions who would shoot at them and why they would do so.


'Cause you from the hood fool, this is family.
The friend explains that the child is considered family and will be targeted as a result of living in the same area.


A year passes now the kids dicky's sag
A year passes, and the child's clothing reflects a gang-style, with sagging pants.


In his pocket got a knife & a nickel bag
The child is now carrying a knife and selling drugs, a nickel bag of marijuana.


& the homeboy that showed him his first gun
The friend that introduced the child to his first gun is no longer alive.


Got killed last week in a burban
The friend was recently murdered in a suburban area.


Puttin' work in 45 jerkin'
The friend was putting in work or working for the gang when he was killed.


Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
The friend was killed by a lucky shot, and it was his first time being shot.


Closed casket touched as he strolled past it
At the funeral, the friend's casket was closed, and the child paid his respects as he walked past it.


Got his name tattooed on 2 hoes asses
In memory of his friend, the child has his name tattooed on two women's backsides.


So he'll still be remembered often while
By tattooing his friend's name on two women's bodies, he believes that his friend will always be remembered.


His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style
While his friend is being remembered, the child is engaging in sex with one of the women with the tattoo.


It ain't stoppin' now while his Moms' on the ground
Despite his mother's distress over his choices, he continues living the gang lifestyle.


On her knees yellin' "Please Lord not my child
His mother is on her knees begging God not to let anything happen to her child.


I want to watch him smile
The mother just wants to see her child happy and safe.


He can turn his 2Pac up loud
She imagines her child listening to 2Pac's music, one of his favorite artists, and being at peace.


He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"
The mother's vision continues to show the child living a happy and peaceful life away from the gang lifestyle.


& while the kid is listenin' to her words
As the mother speaks to her child, he is quietly listening.


All he can think about is bloody bloody murders.
Despite his mother's words, the child is only consumed with thoughts of murder and violence.


This is Juan Gotti & I want to tell my people to keep your dreams alive, man.
This line is the introduction of the artist Juan Gotti, who encourages listeners to keep their dreams alive.


Don't let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams.
Juan Gotti advises listeners not to let a harmful lifestyle ruin their aspirations.


Believe in yourself.
He emphasizes believing in oneself to achieve success.


& Don't follow the blind.
He advises against blindly following others, especially those who promote harmful behaviors.


You deserve the best in life, homito.
Juan Gotti affirms that everyone deserves nothing but the best in life.


You can have it.
He reassures listeners that having the best in life is possible and achievable.


It's our time now, man.
Juan Gotti believes that this is the time for people to take control of their lives and pursue what they want.




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LYRICS :She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see
He was a good kid all through elementary
A's & B's and had no enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked home
He couldn't read all the words on the walls though
So many letters was crossed out with X's
He wondered he knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked tooth and nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
'Verse' one done, take me to the second one
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see
6th grade, "Why so much homework?"
Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt
Momma still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it 'cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a victim of a hit and run
There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
"Where'd you get that from?" The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta steal one
We too young they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fiya back
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
'Cause you from the hood fool, this is family
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
'Cause you from the hood fool, this is family
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
'Cause you from the hood fool, this is family
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see
A year passes now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a burban
Putting work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket touched as you strolled past it
Got his name tattooed on two hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered often while
His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling, "Please Lord, not my child
I want to watch him smile
He can turn his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his pit-bull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her words
All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see
Yo, man, this is Juan Gotti
And I want to tell my people to keep your dreams alive, man
Don't let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams
Believe in yourself
And Don't follow the blind
You deserve the best in life, homito
You can have it
It's our time now, man



All comments from YouTube:

@danielrodriguez7503

I'm sure I'm not the only one but I remember when I was a kid (about 13, 14) i would replay this song over and over again for the last part with Juan Gotti telling us not to let the lifestyle destroy our dreams and it's our time. I would always tear up for the many moments I would lose hope, luckily I'm one of the few who actually made it out the hood.
Class of 2016!

@AleX-fs4ww

That’s the best part. Dream on

@emare8404

Nah u the only one lol

@juice1417bird

Real gangsta song.

@twinboystwinboys4066

All his song hit hard

@jovanipenaloza3797

Class of 2012 homito. Me & the homies use to bump this jam all the time we would blaze it

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@genbuuuuu9173

the double meaning behind "he saw all the G's as he walked home, he couldn't read all the words on the walls tho" is actually insane. Obviously in the physical sense he's talking about graffiti, but metaphorically he's referring to the saying "the writing is on the wall" meaning something is destined to happen or etched in stone. the kid didn't know he was destined for a path to becoming one of those G's

@momo-cutie

wow good observation

@moniquespicer9809

That was deep. Good shit man

@vrjit

Deep…

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