Conejo
Conejo - Bout To Cook lyrics
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If I murk you, the judge won't stare Ese prosecutors know some mysterious here 12 gauge, I change the page Now I'm at the large, lighting that sage It don't matter, what the cause I show muthufuckers who really the boss It's true boy, I don't play that boy HPS at the dead end boy Sucker free, from all that noise I employ ammunition and my bullets destroy Just now, every casket I come around the corner with the rifle blasting Dance on me, doing my thing I deploy 7 soldiers, that's ready to bang Aww man, that's ah cold as scheme Ese mounted on the back is ah infrared beam When I come with the cook ese vatos be shook Cus they know G Rabbs about to cook You say cook? yeah I'm the chef The black Mac-11 sitting on my lap And to the wife, it's ah brick of white Mean I'ma get it jumping on your block tonight Until the light, from the sun come up Then it's back to the cave to get my re up I'm on the top floor, with my personnel Listo para todo from the gates of hell This foo's wanna scrap but I got the strap Why waste time I'ma call it ah wrap I'm not the one, I'm the one that peel C A P when the shit get real Try again, thee outcome the same Ese bullets travel fast open up your brain That's when I make, the whole ass shake That's right muthufucka everything's at stake I'm with the fellas, they ain't good they bad Cus they take everything, that you had Ah trouble maker, I'm the maker of trouble You do dirt ese I do double We gon' rumble, I'm hands on with the chopper (chopper shots) that's Big C Rocker When I come with the cook ese vatos be shook Cus they know G Rabbs about to cook You say cook? yeah I'm the chef The black Mac-11 sitting on my lap And to the wife, it's ah brick of white Mean I'ma get it jumping on your block tonight Until the light, from the sun come up Then it's back to the cave to get my re up Get intense, as the air get dense With ah black spray can hit up on your fence Barking injunction, notorious productions Control this shit ain't no assumptions Let it blast, out your speaker Drops of blood on my brand new sneakers Want ah feature? to make it official But what you got to give sacrificial I run up on 'em with the hammer Sinister Kingdom is on the panel Police scanner, going off all night Ese black hoodie killer hollow points in his mic This foo Poslie you better call off your posi Before they find you in the field missing parts of your body Come to my city, I dare you punk I dare you once ese roll them dice When I come with the cook ese vatos be shook Cus they know G Rabbs about to cook You say cook? yeah I'm the chef The black Mac-11 sitting on my lap And to the wife, it's ah brick of white Mean I'ma get it jumping on your block tonight Until the light, from the sun come up Then it's back to the cave to get my re up