2013 - Frank V And Mister D/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 motherf**king 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 sh*t
F**k the rap game
I'll make it rain ese
I bring the pain
Rip out your frame
Blow out your brain
F**k what you claim
It's the Low Pro Gang
Got em running scared
Got them 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
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
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
This type of sh*t got me all in a rage
This type of sh*t makes me wanna get the gauge
And do a drive by on the motherf**king nation
These vatos keep chipping away at my patience
I'm going out of my head suicide
F**k 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
F**k 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
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
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
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 f**k 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