Lyrics The 13 - Slow Pain, Sniper

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)