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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