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Conejo

Planet Los Angeles

  chicano rap  latin rap  west coast rap  mexican rap  rap
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Текст песни Conejo - Planet Los Angeles

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[Police officer]We have in Los Angeles cities about 50,000 gang members and 150,000 wannabes[Conejo]Live and direct from Planet Los AngelesWeed, pills, crack, coke, speed, heroinAnything you want I got your fixMy eyes stay low, watch your backCritically acclaimed is all I claimDrug cartels wanna sell my nameHomey serio, you get hooked like thatTidal wave coming at you about to sink your raftThis is it, how the West was wonShaking down all the busters, my word is my bondIn these cinematic streets kingpins and allBake a broke ass vato wanna rob them allI`m on some deep shit if you have any doubtsI`ma flood them with the obvious, my rocks and my cloutI`ma reign supreme in your fatalist dreamBiographical blueprint of a dope fiend schemeMy voice distinct, I`m a lyrical marksmanYou run down my alley and my dogs start barkingI said homey don`t try to cross mineNo man has succeeded, find them dead on mineEverywhere I go it`s the Devil`s playgroundEse vatos being caught, ese vatos being shotAnd that`s all going down while the city sleepsSo they say, so they sayDon`t believe what you hearControversy has been predictedUnforeseen complications, the times are really wickedGuns blazing, I got work lateMy dogs hit it off, bitch vatos get sprayedWatch the caile, these some pit fightsYou get covered in beams by some infared murder lightsWhat the fuck, you know the rulesAin`t no rules on the street, lame riders get fooledIt be official, these circumstancesBaby got no feria so she gave lap dancesSpark joints laced with weed and cokeI install deadly rhymes in the form of sand stormsGatos, ese extasy waitsIn the street corners for the underground tapesUrban chaos, it be the sickestRun around and one, I`ma put you on my hit listSlight careful with that axe dogYou got the touch of death and you just don`t know itNobody`s home when the feds come knocking que noFuck the motherfucking pigsThat`s right, watch outStep back homey, don`t wanna smack your assWith a steel desert eagle, rather blast your assVocabulary tight, you bite you dieMy method of accounting make the feria multiplyChin checking enemigas up and down the coastKicking in real slow like the effects of dopeControlled substance copywritten in bloodFuck this dope fiend bitch, got her smoking my budNow I`m back in the grave that you buried me inEse out by twenty fifth ese commiting more sinLet`s get down so I can make you buckleAin`t no rules in a fight so I grip brassknucklesDecision final, last round last boutYoung ex-con ese flexing my cloutThen I opened my eyes and I saw it allNow I stay paranoid like I`ve been hitting the pipeI know you vatos can`t comprehend the angle that I`m coming at youSee I got camaradas that sit infront of Ice Castles all daySnorting their life away, my world is a ghettoLive and direct from Planet Los AngelesLos Angeles, Los Angeles

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