Conejo

Conejo - Royal Court lyrics

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It's the diary of ah person that's dead 
He got ah needle in his vein and ah pipe in his hand
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Now I'm across the map 
He got loyal goons
And the trigger  
Still got more heart
I'ma spice one ship 
Now let's embark
I stay sleeping 
With one eye open
Got the glock forty that could leave you frozen
Un cinco de muerte is where you at
Tiger out the cage that could kill you fat
It's the greatest 
Show on earth
Ain't no price 
To match his work
The Royal Court 
Is here with me
All thee entourage at the monarchy 
I'm the ruler ese of this land
Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram
The Royal Court
Don't fuck with gestures 
This hungry muthufuckers get whacked from the sister
I inject ya
Ese with that dope
That China white bag got this tiny loked 
The myth the legend C.O.N's ah weapon 
If the situating near
I could bring the method
Y se llama 
Matalos a todos
Everybody in that party bites ase cholos
And the jealous 
Still got ah strap
That's right homeboy we don't take no capture
Cause we could take you
To the underworld
Where the demons gather round past the blunt around
That's terror
From his origin
So if ah murder need to happen then it make more sense
So we dumped em 
In the fucking ditches
They were fucking all they're bitches
Hard to kill 
But I make it look easy
Run up on me quick and I'll blow up this shit
That's ah bomb 
Strapped to my frame
You foo's ain't crazy better think again
The Royal Court 
Is here with me
All thee entourage at the monarchy 
I'm the ruler ese of this land
Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram
The Royal Court
Don't fuck with gestures 
This hungry muthufuckers get whacked from the sister
I inject ya
Ese with that dope
That China white bag got this tiny loked 
Got my paper work 
Ready at hand
This regard to talk ese come again
Histo and them make you comprehend
Where ah big ass filero for commend sense
Senseless 
How they beat you down
The homies in the yarda ain't fucking around
On the Royal Courts put you on life support
Get out of line 
When we fuck your doctrine 
Ai te va 
Another chekiada
For running that lip without knowing nada
Ah little advice get the facts straight
The big bad Ache known to regulate
Ask about me
You know I put it down
The State the Feds homie I've been around
Where the calles homie rain supreme
Soy Veneno de los Harpy's Muerto Fin
The Royal Court 
Is here with me
All thee entourage at the monarchy 
I'm the ruler ese of this land
Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram
The Royal Court
Don't fuck with gestures 
This hungry muthufuckers get whacked from the sister
I inject ya
Ese with that dope
That China white bag got this tiny loked
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Language: English

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