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Conejo - Planet Los Angeles lyrics
[Police officer] We have in Los Angeles cities about 50,000 gang members and 150,000 wannabes [Conejo] Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles Weed, pills, crack, coke, speed, heroin Anything you want I got your fix My eyes stay low, watch your back Critically acclaimed is all I claim Drug cartels wanna sell my name Homey serio, you get hooked like that Tidal wave coming at you about to sink your raft This is it, how the West was won Shaking down all the busters, my word is my bond In these cinematic streets kingpins and all Bake a broke ass vato wanna rob them all I'm on some deep shit if you have any doubts I'ma flood them with the obvious, my rocks and my clout I'ma reign supreme in your fatalist dream Biographical blueprint of a dope fiend scheme My voice distinct, I'm a lyrical marksman You run down my alley and my dogs start barking I said homey don't try to cross mine No man has succeeded, find them dead on mine Everywhere I go it's the Devil's playground Ese vatos being caught, ese vatos being shot And that's all going down while the city sleeps So they say, so they say Don't believe what you hear Controversy has been predicted Unforeseen complications, the times are really wicked Guns blazing, I got work late My dogs hit it off, bitch vatos get sprayed Watch the caile, these some pit fights You get covered in beams by some infared murder lights What the fuck, you know the rules Ain't no rules on the street, lame riders get fooled It be official, these circumstances Baby got no feria so she gave lap dances Spark joints laced with weed and coke I install deadly rhymes in the form of sand storms Gatos, ese extasy waits In the street corners for the underground tapes Urban chaos, it be the sickest Run around and one, I'ma put you on my hit list Slight careful with that axe dog You got the touch of death and you just don't know it Nobody's home when the feds come knocking que no Fuck the motherfucking pigs That's right, watch out Step back homey, don't wanna smack your ass With a steel desert eagle, rather blast your ass Vocabulary tight, you bite you die My method of accounting make the feria multiply Chin checking enemigas up and down the coast Kicking in real slow like the effects of dope Controlled substance copywritten in blood Fuck this dope fiend bitch, got her smoking my bud Now I'm back in the grave that you buried me in Ese out by twenty fifth ese commiting more sin Let's get down so I can make you buckle Ain't no rules in a fight so I grip brassknuckles Decision final, last round last bout Young ex-con ese flexing my clout Then I opened my eyes and I saw it all Now I stay paranoid like I've been hitting the pipe I know you vatos can't comprehend the angle that I'm coming at you See I got camaradas that sit infront of Ice Castles all day Snorting their life away, my world is a ghetto Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles Los Angeles, Los Angeles |
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