This Dream (Radio Mix 2013)

歌詞

(feat. Frank V, Yogi) [Chorus: Frank V] 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 [Royal T] Step into the hood like a motherfucking 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 shit, fuck the rap game I'll make it rain ese, I bring the pain Rip out your frame, blow out your brain Fuck what you claim, it's the Low Pro Gang Got em running scared, got em 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 [Chorus x2] [Frank V] This type of shit got me all in a rage This type of shit makes me wanna get the gauge And do a drive by on the motherfucking nation These vatos keep chipping away at my patience I'm going out of my head, suicide Fuck 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 Fuck 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 [Chorus x2] [Yogi] 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 fuck 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