📌 Disclaimer: [EN] The content, lyrics, and emotions in this song are based on fictional roleplay in Grand Theft Auto V (GTA 5 RP). All mentioned characters, storylines, and events are completely fictional and have no connection to real life. This is strictly for entertainment purposes. [GER] Die Inhalte, Texte und Emotionen in diesem Song basieren auf fiktivem Roleplay in Grand Theft Auto V (GTA 5 RP). Alle erwähnten Charaktere, Handlungen und Ereignisse sind frei erfunden und haben keinen Bezug zur Realität. Alles dient rein der Unterhaltung. 💛🔫🌴Still Vagos 🌴🔫💛 [Intro] Vagos... Primera. Rancho on lock, ese. VAGOS. VAGOS. VAGOS. [Verse 1] Check the scene... yellow army on the block. Vagos in control... we never run, we never stop. Rollin' in that sixty-four, scrapin' on the concrete. Yellow rags wavin', feel the heat in the street. Rancho is the kingdom, we the kings of the line. Chicano pride, homie... yeah, it's our time. Steel in the waistband, loyalty in the soul. Los Santos is the playground, we in control. [Pre-Chorus] Sun is burnin' hot... Rancho sky. Live by the code... for the flag we die. Machete on the hip, Glock in the hand. Vagos Primera, lords of the land! [Chorus] Still on the block... we holdin' the crown. VAGOS! Still in the Rancho... we never back down. NO! Still for the family... still for the life. Still Vagos Primera... we survive the strife. Still on the block... we holdin' the crown. VAGOS! Still in the Rancho... we never back down. NO! Still for the family... still for the life. Still Vagos Primera... we survive the strife. [Verse 2] Heat is on us... we stay in the shade. Huntin' down the rats... yeah, the price is gettin' paid. From the Yellow Jack... straight to the port. We pullin' every string... the street is our court. Patron gives the word... the ground starts to shake. No room for no snitches... fatal mistake. Viva la clica... the brotherhood is strong. Step to the yellow... you don't last long. [Interlude] [Verse 3] I remember the days... when the streets were cold. But the yellow flag stayed... the story's been told. From the dirt to the top... we makin' our mark. Vagos soldiers move quiet... we bite in the dark. We don't need the fame... just give us respect. Protectin' the barrio... what you expect? LS is a jungle... we top of the chain. Yellow in the blood... we embrace the pain. [Chorus] Still on the block... we holdin' the crown. VAGOS! Still in the Rancho... we never back down. NO! Still for the family... still for the life. Still Vagos Primera... we survive the strife. [Verse 4] Midnight in the barrio... we don't ever sleep. Corners on lock... the secrets we keep. Represent the ancestors... blood on the floor. Vagos Primera... ready for war. Purple and green... they all gonna fade. While the yellow soldiers... stayin' in the shade. Respeto is earned... it's never just given. This is the life... the way that we're livin'. [Bridge] Pura vida... Pura calle... Oro y honor. Look at 'em flinchin'... No te equivoques, fool. VAGOS! VAGOS! VAGOS! PRIMERA! [Final Chorus] Still on the block... we holdin' the crown. VAGOS! Still in the Rancho... we never back down. NO! Still for the family... still for the life. Still Vagos Primera... we survive the strife. [Outro] Yeah... Amarillo till the casket drops. Shoutout to the homies behind the wall. We never stop. Vagos. PRIMERA! RANCHO! BARRIO!
