Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2013 (Feat. Royal T, Yogi), artist - Frank VDate of issue: 07.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2013 (Feat. Royal T, Yogi) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |