Main Verse [Slow Pain] Born in the hood, Im a O.G. gangsta My Poppa Was A Rolling Stone, rocknroll gangsta Theres a war on the streets Like the war in Iraq Viva la raza, bring our gente back Hard time on the front line, A.K.s and tech nines Soldiers comin home Half dead and half blind Diein for what? Im a drug cause Six hundred and seventy, round soldiers lost Thats some bullshit Like the war on the streets Young ones diein over some twenty year old beef Cholo shot back, hoods still up to no good Now hes doing 25 up in the real hood Life in the pen With no real friends Just shut the fuck up and cough for the men Raza, wake up Its my job Slow Pain, the O.G., with the homie Lil Rob [Lil Rob] Man, I know this vato talkin this and that About where he from, and about where hes at How gangster he is, and how hes bustin cap You need to kick back, homie, just relax And take a chill pill, for real, pull down the steel And put ya fists up, when its time to get, ill The grill from the chest, mano a mano Somos Chicanos Somos hermanos [Down] What up, loco, its the real O.G Lil Rob got my back, when Im ballin in the S.D Packin a chrome Im a sign like a cellphone Loced After Dark like the homie Tone Loc Bang Bang And I burn rubber Trey sit back to a stolen Hummer When Im dippin out In my brown Impala The brown super hero, hold it down for the raza Yeah [Ese Daz] Yeah To all the soldiers livin hard times My heart goes out Thats why I write lines From the cora, hun We speak ahora And drop those gangsta hits we call rolas This is for the homies and for the cholas You know Mexicanos got the chrome pistolas Its all about the green The white The red This Mexicano sets the west coast trend [Lil Rob] Hey, whats happenin, man Its ya homeboy Ese Lil Rob Thats right Thanks for pickin up the Mextape Twelve Eighteen Uncut For the streets For the Calles Thats right Put it down for the brown side of town Thats right I say whats up to everybody out there, doin they thang
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