Slow Pain, Ese Daz, Down/Kilo, Lil Rob - Hard Times lyrics
[Slow Pain, Ese Daz, Down/Kilo, Lil Rob - Hard Times lyrics]
(Main Verse)
Born in the hood, I'm a OG gangsta
My Poppa Was A Rolling Stone
Rock-n-roll gangsta
There's a war on the streets
Like the war in Iraq
Viva la raza, bring our gente back
Hard time on the front line
AK's and tech nines soldiers comin' home
Half dead and half blind diein' for what?
I'm a drug cause
Six hundred and seventy, 'round soldiers lost
That's some bullshit
Like the war on the streets
Young ones diein' over some
Twenty year old beef
Cholo shot back, hood's still up to no good
Now he's 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 it's my job
Slow Pain, the OG, with the homie Lil Rob
Man, I know this vato talkin' this and that
About where he from, and about where he's at
How gangster he is, and how he's 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 it's time to get
Ill the grill from the chest, mano a mano
Somos Chicanos somos hermanos
What up, loco, it's the real OG
Lil Rob got my back
When I'm ballin' in the SD packin' a chrome
I'm a sign like a cellphone
Loc'ed After Dark like the homie Tone Loc
Bang bang
And I burn rubber
Trey sit back to a stolen Hummer
When I'm dippin' out in my brown Impala
The brown super hero
Hold it down for the raza yeah
Yeah to all the soldiers livin' hard times
My heart goes out that's why I write lines
From the cora, hun we speak ahora
And drop those gangsta hit's we call rolas
This is for the homies and for the cholas
You know Mexicanos got the chrome pistolas
It's all about the green the white
The red
This Mexicano sets the west coast trend
Hey, what's happenin', man
It's ya homeboy Ese Lil Rob that's right
Thanks for pickin' up the Mextape
Twelve Eighteen Uncut for the streets
For the Calles that's right
Put it down for the brown side of town
That's right
I say what's up to everybody out there
Doin' they thang
Born in the hood, I'm a OG gangsta
My Poppa Was A Rolling Stone
Rock-n-roll gangsta
There's a war on the streets
Like the war in Iraq
Viva la raza, bring our gente back
Hard time on the front line
AK's and tech nines soldiers comin' home
Half dead and half blind diein' for what?
I'm a drug cause
Six hundred and seventy, 'round soldiers lost
That's some bullshit
Like the war on the streets
Young ones diein' over some
Twenty year old beef
Cholo shot back, hood's still up to no good
Now he's 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 it's my job
Slow Pain, the OG, with the homie Lil Rob
Man, I know this vato talkin' this and that
About where he from, and about where he's at
How gangster he is, and how he's 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 it's time to get
Ill the grill from the chest, mano a mano
Somos Chicanos somos hermanos
What up, loco, it's the real OG
Lil Rob got my back
When I'm ballin' in the SD packin' a chrome
I'm a sign like a cellphone
Loc'ed After Dark like the homie Tone Loc
Bang bang
And I burn rubber
Trey sit back to a stolen Hummer
When I'm dippin' out in my brown Impala
The brown super hero
Hold it down for the raza yeah
Yeah to all the soldiers livin' hard times
My heart goes out that's why I write lines
From the cora, hun we speak ahora
And drop those gangsta hit's we call rolas
This is for the homies and for the cholas
You know Mexicanos got the chrome pistolas
It's all about the green the white
The red
This Mexicano sets the west coast trend
Hey, what's happenin', man
It's ya homeboy Ese Lil Rob that's right
Thanks for pickin' up the Mextape
Twelve Eighteen Uncut for the streets
For the Calles that's right
Put it down for the brown side of town
That's right
I say what's up to everybody out there
Doin' they thang