Three Amigos
* Intro begins at the end of "From The SD To H-Town"
[Low G (Lil Rob)]
Yeah (Yeah)
Low G (Simon)
Low Gangsta (Lil Rob)
And Lil Rob (That's right)
Keeping it street
Keeping it live for the Mexican movement (Uh huh)
Tracho (Chicano and proud)
Representin' Centro America (Califas)
Anywhere in the world
I'd be the same gangsta
Anywhere that you see me
Anywhere that you find me (Low G)
I'd be the same boy (Lifestyl Federal)
El mismo
Ah
Nunca cambio
I don't change for nothin'
[Verse 1: Low G]
En '95, I started with I started with the "Yepa, yepa!"
Dope House, Wood block, now we got Olmeca
A mic wrecker
A born Maya and Azteca
This is for real, right here, you better guard your nigga
I been homeboys, my time to shine, I wants the world
Get the money for my boys and my baby girl
In Second Ward is where you find me, I ain't change at all
Gangsta boy, jail blocks, see, I done it all
And fuck the law, pinches, jotos said, "They know me, dawg"
And one more time for my boys, locked up the law
I kept it real, won't change, even for the deal
Ask the boy about the street he'll tell you, "What's the deal"
I only rap on what I done
That's how I feel
Just for the three or twenty G's in my shiny wheel
Just watch me kill the hate right now with my shiny steel
No remorse in my head, vacations in Brazil
[Break: Nasty] x2
{*scratching*}
"Hide a cuete under my seat, I sleep with it by my bed"
{*scratching*}
"Between your life and my life, rather it be your life instead"
[Verse 2: Lil Rob]
Mi tiempo es mi tiempo (Yeah)
I don't need no vest, holmes (No vest, holmes)
I'm from the left, side of the map
You know, the West, holmes (San Diego)
San Diego, Los Angeles (Yeah)
Came from where the bottom is
In the ground like where the basement is
From barely making it
To almost making it, to barely making it again
Damn, do what I have to do to make some ends
I always stay righteous, and I never burn my friends (Hell nah)
I go out, on the ledge, to the edge (That's right)
And they can do the same for me (Yeah)
Feel some bodies full of lead
Hide a cuete under my seat, I sleep with it by my bed (That's right)
Don't get me wrong, don't wanna see nobody dead
But between your life and my life, rather it be your life instead
I mean what I say, so I meant what I said (I mean what I said)
So if you find yourself with my cuete, to your head
It means you tried to double-cross me
And I can't let that happen (Fuck no)
Guaranteed to be the last man standin', and the last man laughin' (Uh-huh)
[Break: Nasty] x2
{*scratching*}
"Hide a cuete under my seat, I sleep with it by my bed"
{*scratching*}
"Between your life and my life, rather it be your life instead"
[Verse 3: Chocstilli]
Equipado con la .380
No me vales
Si tu dices que tu eres gangsta
Soy de el barrio
Y hacer como va el juego
And if you think I'm playin'
With ya, step with your best shit
Yo, si, te trueno
Lifestyle Federal
Live with no medical
Y atras dia, un pelea bien serio
Feria, sueños
Why can't I reach them, though?
Losin' my mind, tryin' to find them, got the bueno
G-Town to Pasadena
Es es mi rola
713, 409, pura cora
So say what you wanna, yo siempre hago mi cosa
Cien perciento, mas duro que la otra
Ridin' on a Nasty beat
Mobbin' hard en el calle
Dandoles guerra a todo los que me fallen
Cara a cara
No, yo no me escondo
Te mando el pantion, seis pies ondo