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Conejo - Let's Ride lyrics
[Trisha Takasuki] Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit The goal behind the law suit is to take neighborhood that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang [James Hahn] This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from operating in public and gathering in groups and intimidating [Trisha Takasuki] In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News [Conejo] What's up hitchbacks Venom, Bugsy, Ese Bandit Soy Conejo You vatos ready to ride Where's all my motherfucking killers at That's right, that's the way it's going down Vatos better watch your back Check it out I wore a glass house to the weed spot To pick me up a sack so I could smoke to the head While Box got a beat at the studio that's cracking I get at this hunny making money from dancing Call me up when you're off, I'll be laying a verse It's all about the feria so first thing's first I get up in the booth and I handle mines I'm semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme And what that means is that Conejo no joke I let the pistol barrel smoke then I take me a toke I get blown, call shots in the zone Where vatos play for keeps simulating Al Capone Hit a switch and if anyone trip See the burban right behind me, it got plenty of clips Don't slip, I'm here to catch ya Right between the eyes, bye bye I'ma blast ya [Chorus] Let's ride till we lay them down Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side Let's ride till we lay them down Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time Let's ride in a '63 Chevy Ese vatos breaking down but I hold mine steady Let's ride in a '49 bomb I don't wanna be right if the barrio's wrong Let's ride to see the writting on the wall Big ass blocks about fifty feet tall Shaded in, don't know where to begin Just know I'm in the calles trading sin for sin Let me in, I'll tell you once that's all Then I'm kicking in the door with my gauge sawed off Gun point, I said she's coming with me Get your things babygirl then jump in the Chevy I got beats that'll make you got and drop some pills And I don't think you wanna cross me with your dope fiend skills Camaradas from all over ese got my back Break bread with the calles while these others get taxed They collapse because I'm heavy in weight I'm fresh out the joint, calisthenics, no weights Back up, cuz I ain't got no friends Just twenty five riders in the streets, Dead End [Chorus] Vatos hold it down with the shanks and rounds Tattoo Ink tearing up the town Then back to the park where the gangsters hang out Caravaning through the barrio, outsiders get ran up Say what, there's a high risk factor Impala '65, let's go jack these rappers Snappers is what these broads be saying Cuz vatos from the area ese don't be playing We be serving every night, get your plate don't wait Got the big cooking rocks on the block that's hot Come on dog let's go get this cash And rob the connection, gotta be quick to blast To my perros locked down doing time in the pen Consider this a kite, I'll get at you tonight And to my faction, all the fallen soldados I came to put it down ese for all you vatos [Chorus] Let's ride Let's ride homies Let's handle our business Let's ride Vatos don't want none ese That's right I wanna say what's up to my homeboy Torrance Let's ride San Quintan death row We ain't forgot about you Let's ride All the fallen soldados Conejo from the City of Angels I don't wanna be right if the barrio's wrong Let's ride And I'm out |
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