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Proper Dos - We Run This Mutha lyrics
f/ Royal T [Frank V] The heat was hot cuz I brought it Mexican Power, remember that, yeah I still got it And more than ever, fuck a leva And if you ain't down with the Brown fuck you and your jefa We running this shit, front, back, side to side A car load of felons yelling out Brown Pride Hit the spot, get the glock from under the seat Because a young Chicano always gotta pack heat Cuz in the street they don't ask where you're from no more They just roll along slide and pump slugs in your car door But before you make me retire I'll take you all to hell with that automatic gunfire It's gonna happen, as long as I'm rapping Bitches keep clapping, I'm gonna keep scrapping And show the world this motherfucker can hang Going in with a gang, going out with a bang [Chorus x2] Do the Raza run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah) Do the homies run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah) Do the gangsters run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah) Who runs this motherfucker? (We run this motherfucker) [Royal T] Hit the stop/eject button and I'll break your wrist I put it down for the Raza with a gangster twist It's the motherfucking Royal, ready to go, duck Giving a fuck what you think, you better believe you can get stuck I'm riding low through your barrio (What's up putos) I'm that vato pumping loud in your radio It's the motherfucking bandit, fools can't fucking handle it Talk a gang of shit from San Diego to Los Angeles I be that villain creeping in the night Vatos talking shit and ain't even tight I put it down for the underground Fools acting hard but they got that pop sound We coming rougher, make the hynas suffer Drop the kind of shit that you can't get enough of We put it down like pimps, fuck all the suckers Low Profile, we run this motherfucker [Chorus x2] [Frank V] I'm busting raps for the Raza, the rest is gravy Putting more fools on the deck than the navy In a clean '63 driving bitches crazy It's me, Royal T, and the homey Big Shady We're trying to keep it cool, but if these fools wanna trip I got the clips, I got the hollow point tips Another casualty, it just don't matter to me I feel like nobody is badder than me A Brown soldier drunk off his ass, down to blast Take your cash, mash on the dash Then back to the hood with all of your loot Sweating all them hynas in the Daisy Doops Yeah, we got some play from the ladies I got a blow job and so did the homey Shady And Royal T, he got his action too Just the way players are supposed to do [Chorus x2] |
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