Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The 13 , by - Slow PainRelease date: 21.11.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The 13 |
| I’m such a G |
| I ride until I die on these L.A. streets |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |
| Staying sucka free |
| For all my homies throw up the 1 & 3 |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |
| I’m from the streets of L. A |
| Where the hood don’t talk |
| Little youngstas pack Glocks |
| And tintos crip walk |
| Where the homies gang bang |
| For corners and blocks |
| To slang 50 dollar? |
| And chopped up rocks |
| Around the clock we on them triple beams |
| Love them dope fiends |
| Stash spot in my cutlass supreme |
| I’m Slow Pain little savage |
| Love my people to death |
| Viva la raza tattooed on my chest |
| Hot ones in? |
| Play befor the shit goes down |
| Car chases all day, so know th outs of your town |
| Helicopter spotlights, gang fights with fileros |
| Down ass gangstas like the homie tony guero |
| I put the pedal to the metal |
| Smashing on the east side |
| Mexican flag flying out my low ride |
| Getting high smoking p dogs with my OGs |
| Throwing up the One Three |
| I’m such a G |
| I ride until I die on these L.A. streets |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |
| Stay sucka free |
| For all my homies throw up the 1 & 3 |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |
| I raise my glass up |
| Throw my hands up |
| Lay back in the cut |
| Chilling like what |
| Remy on rocks |
| ? |
| On pop |
| It’s Friday night |
| And the blocks real hot |
| Cause us eses way deep |
| (Way deep) in the streets of the sick southeast |
| L.A. Big Sur south side |
| All the homies tatted up, brown Pride |
| Ride and die for the hoods that we claim |
| For the love of the boogie bang bang |
| Sporting blue rags and 501's |
| Rolling on in the California sun |
| Foos hitting foos up, where you from? |
| I stay true don’t acute never one |
| Cap it off with that crazy ass V |
| Throwing up the 1−3 |
| I’m such a G |
| I ride until I die on these L.A. streets |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |
| Stay sucka free |
| For all my homies throw up the 1 & 3 |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |
| Gangstas don’t die we multiply |
| Hit a switch on a bitch |
| Get drunk and lowride |
| Call the homies from the hood |
| Dog let’s gang bang |
| Don’t ask questions homeboy |
| It’s a brown thing |
| All my primos in the hood |
| You know it’s all good |
| 6 deep in a candy fleetwood |
| Summertime in the city |
| Hand ball in the park |
| Budweiser and a nine |
| In case some shit start |
| Lil Demon got a chrome Harley Davidson bike |
| Balling off the hook |
| Pass the muthafucking kite |
| Old Town we on fire |
| Pass the wire homeboy |
| Slow Pain the OG |
| We don’t play homeboy |
| S-N-I-P-E-R Q-V |
| Show a homie love |
| Throw your ones and threes |
| I’m such a G you such a freak |
| Baby throw it up |
| Throw your ones and threes |
| Old school OGs big 2−1-3's |
| All my ladies in the front |
| Throw your ones and threes |
| Sick sick southeast |
| Big L.A.C |
| All my riders in the house |
| Throw the one and three |
| I’m such a G |
| I ride until I die on these L.A. streets |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |
| Stay sucka free |
| For all my homies throw up the 1 & 3 |
| (You know I’m a keep it gangsta till the day that I die) |