The 13 - Slow Pain, Sniper

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)