[Intro]

That’s right, eso

Turn it up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta, gangsta)

1-13, 1-13 (what’s up baby)

[Verse 1: Chino Grande]

Chillin' with the chosen few, huh

Let me tell you muthafuckers what we really gon' do

Hit the varr late night with some real assassins

All you weenie muthafuckers know we're all in the trenches

On green leaf baby duke pays to paint her

Telegraph down to Whittier, yelling “Fuck my haters”

Middle fingers in the air on these southeast streets

Cause I’m a southeast beast, I leave ya soaking on concrete

Defeat who we compete, best retreat with no honor

Cause if not, homeboy, ese you vatos is goners

We gon' sport the blue flag with a gun the pocket

I’m a wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

I sport the one three, want my city above it

Nothing more nothing less, it’s just the way that I love it

And if you think something funny, ain't no glamour or glitches

And this just a little something for all them bitches

[Chorus: Chino Grande]

The jewelry, diamonds, glitz and grindin'

You ain’t ever seen a muthafucker like me smilin'

On the block, launching Teflons, military vest on

City of Los Ángeles, homie you’re dead wrong

The jewelry, diamonds, glitz and grindin'

You ain’t ever seen a muthafucker like me smilin'

On the block, launching Teflons, military vest on

City of Los Ángeles, homie you’re dead wrong

[Verse 2: Baby Jokes]

Blah-blah, yeah hit you with the southpaw

Are real G’s still saying fuck the law

Who can give me peace?

It ain’t on my streets

Are people looking funny?

I’m on that right team

I lsten real close, need a stethoscope

I’m going all out, I mean go for broke

This life of mine isn’t trapped in the gang ties

Baby Jokes 213 Fucking East Side

[Verse 3: Jasper Loco]

Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips

Who am I?

Certified on this gangsta shit

We in this business to win this, whatever the cost

And yes I’ll gamble with my freedom if you fuck with this box

Flipping jacks, pullin' jacks, just to make ends meet

The steady grind on my mind on these East Los streets

I can't conceive spending cheese just to please a broad

When eventually intentions be to leave them all

We from the South Side of Cali

Where talk is cheap

Got the strap on my waist

And the dope in my cheeks

I ain’t fucking around

We the roughest around

You out of bounds

Catch a frown from me spittin' my rounds

You can't won't stop, I refuse to quit

We either moving shit or remove the shit

We were brought up getting caught up sent behind the walls

Then we came out banged out and dying to ball

[Chorus: Chino Grande]

The jewelry, diamonds, glitz and grindin'

You ain’t ever seen a muthafucker like me smilin'

On the block, launching Teflons, military vest on

City of Los Ángeles, homie you’re dead wrong

The jewelry, diamonds, glitz and grindin'

You ain’t ever seen a muthafucker like me smilin'

On the block, launching Teflons, military vest on

City of Los Ángeles, homie you’re dead wrong

The jewelry, diamonds, glitz and grindin'

You ain’t ever seen a muthafucker like me smilin'

On the block, launching Teflons, military vest on

City of Los Ángeles, homie you’re dead wrong

The jewelry, diamonds, glitz and grindin'

You ain’t ever seen a muthafucker like me smilin'

On the block, launching Teflons, military vest on

City of Los Ángeles, homie you’re dead wrong