On Tha Rode
Okey, welcome to the city where they kill everyone
I have fifteen, but I will have twenty-one?
Drinking coronas and we're not alone
Tuned cars, that's life with my OG bros
Video games, gangs, and a bit of school (bitch)
Drugs and the best of talks with the homies
Vatos, mexicanos, mariguanos
Illegal weapons, and tattoos bien tumbados
I'm fat but I have flow like fat joe
Look at me wrong, and I take out my glock
Think about your death, cuz it's already done
If you don't run from me you will float
You say a lot of shit about me
Our glocks will kill your whole team
You like to step and eat some shit
Yung Ved came and stole your girl
You say a lot of shit about me
Our glocks will kill your whole team
I'm sad cuz I wanted to be an oldies
West coast cuz my dad is an OG
I'm not sorry to be from my country
Hey bro I like that beat it's very funky
One, two, three, and to the four
Yung Ved is a crip and he is on the zone
Lounging and smoking in a mercedes
Niggas with attitude now talk to ladies
The city of gangs, the city of LA
I like to be threatened by the ley
Tell me when you're not ready
If you don't tell me i'll tell you "get it"
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
I have fifteen, but I will have twenty-one?
Drinking coronas and we're not alone
Tuned cars, that's life with my OG bros
Video games, gangs, and a bit of school (bitch)
Drugs and the best of talks with the homies
Vatos, mexicanos, mariguanos
Illegal weapons, and tattoos bien tumbados
I'm fat but I have flow like fat joe
Look at me wrong, and I take out my glock
Think about your death, cuz it's already done
If you don't run from me you will float
You say a lot of shit about me
Our glocks will kill your whole team
You like to step and eat some shit
Yung Ved came and stole your girl
You say a lot of shit about me
Our glocks will kill your whole team
I'm sad cuz I wanted to be an oldies
West coast cuz my dad is an OG
I'm not sorry to be from my country
Hey bro I like that beat it's very funky
One, two, three, and to the four
Yung Ved is a crip and he is on the zone
Lounging and smoking in a mercedes
Niggas with attitude now talk to ladies
The city of gangs, the city of LA
I like to be threatened by the ley
Tell me when you're not ready
If you don't tell me i'll tell you "get it"
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
On tha rode with your mama
On tha rode with my bros
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Ramirez
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