Текст (слова) песни: Royal T f Frank V, Yogi - 2013

 
[Chorus: Frank V] 
When the chronic smoke clears we`ll still be standing 
2013 we`re still commanding 
Still got the block on lock airtight 
So tell me what that Low Pro like, biatch 
 
[Royal T] 
Step into the hood like a motherfucking G 
It`s the number one vato in your hood, Royal T 
President of Latin Rap, strapped at all times 
Cuz vatos in the cut always trying to steal my shine 
Got soldiers on the line with sixteen shotters 
Waiting for me to say "Do what you gotta" 
The next level shit, fuck the rap game 
I`ll make it rain ese, I bring the pain 
Rip out your frame, blow out your brain 
Fuck what you claim, it`s the Low Pro Gang 
Got em running scared, got em running fast 
Running for my gun cuz they know I`m gonna blast 
Rat-tat-tat-tat it`s the rat-tat-tat-tater 
The damage is done, apologies don`t matter 
So cross your fingers cuz you crossed the line 
Now you crossed me ese, now you`ll cross my nine 
 
[Chorus x2] 
 
[Frank V] 
This type of shit got me all in a rage 
This type of shit makes me wanna get the gauge 
And do a drive by on the motherfucking nation 
These vatos keep chipping away at my patience 
I`m going out of my head, suicide 
Fuck it, better yet homicide, I`m in my bucket 
Got my mack mill`n on my lap chilling 
And I got my shotgun sitting shotgun 
Ese you ain`t got one, only in your raps 
I heard your cd, didn`t even get a scratch 
Untouchable like Elliot Ness 
No vest, I`m hard to move like a pound of stress 
Causing mass hysteria in your area 
Fuck around with me and ese I`ll bury ya 
So here`s the shovel fool, get to digging 
I`ll piss on your grave, grab the brew and get to swigging 
 
[Chorus x2] 
 
[Yogi] 
What you know about my perro Royal 
Went from loco loco cholo to Chicano Rap mogal 
Hustling till the break of dawn selling at the swapmeet 
Flipping chips, hitting real licks, serving bomb heat 
And all the firme hynas that I know wanna play me close 
Cuz they know that I know Frank V from Proper Dos 
Bumping the homey Spanish Fly, loco we be do or die 
Gelo is my Sicko, from Southside with OFI 
When Sancho get to flipping can`t nobody fuck with him 
Got all the babydolls and hoodrats sprung on him 
Silencer`s coming at you, they`re low ready to blast you 
With his bow and arrow, and that`s on the serio 
Drowsy`s back in the mix and Youngster`s gone 
Chicano Rap novela, Califa Thugs homes 
And I`ma slap the next hoochie, I put that on 
That asks me to introduce her to Lil` Rob
 

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