Conejo

Conejo - Let's Go Rhyme for Rhyme lyrics

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Check 1-2, check 1-2 homie

We got Conejo up in this canton

That's right homie

That's the way it's going down perro

Check it out, right about now

I'ma start snuffing vatos on the spot

See these vatos going around town

Talking about Conejo ain't worthy of holding a microphone

Ah, you fucked up perro

Serio, I'm coming to get you

You and your whole motherfucking clicka

Knock you out the box



Let's go rhyme for rhyme, what you got

I got a sixteen bar bullet that'll knock you out the box

You got beef, you cell soldier

I took the money off your books and mentally I broke ya

Caught the change to a big yard

Ese waiting for my clavo ese waiting for my bone yard

Gotta get that, make some feria

Got the homies on the tira homie slanging this loquera

Care package that was filled to the rim

Got a bitch out there that's good for hustle and sin

Checking in, saying 'baby what you need?'

I know this baller just paroled watch her fuck him for his green

They shoot it, money order and some flicks

Get a close up shot of the nipples and the clit

I like 'em slutty, so keep your lady in the safe

Cuz if she wanna skeez, second time I won't waste

Program that, so I can bring it

It's in my nature, so I ain't gotta think it

I'ma sink it, like a battleship

I'ma gank for the bank like an old school convict

I stay loyal to the code while you start dry snitching

I cook dope for the fiends in Casper's kitchen

Got some high tech inmates in my car

Gate money in hand, bullet wounds and scars

No more weight house, it's all about calasthetics

Got a kite from the calles, certain vatos gotta get it

Broke him off, but he won't PC up

He's a lifer with a jacket, he was down as fuck

It's like damn doggie, aren't we all

Locked down in a cell thinking of ways to ball

On call, torpedo with a gun

I was waiting at the gate cuz you know I'm on one

I'm bad news, I'll beat the shit out your ass

With ten camaradas selling coca and grass

You ain't got no status so how you wanna ball

I'm a jailhouse lawyer and I tax them all

Disrupt my business and you're at my disposal

Got priors, put in work, I'm a rider

Get your cap peeled, you're a witness in a case

You get a greenlight, you're a target for death

Big homies slanging ink, you get tatted for life

Put your varrio on your chest, you get married to crime

Do your time up in gladiator school

I got my cora up in elementary school

So if a tear comes down the side of my face

Then you know I'm about to murder ese up in this place

La esquina, for all times carnal

Anybody backstab me, snuff 'em out carnal



Check it out

I got my homeboy China White

That's right

I got my perro Bandit

What you vatos wanna do

And like I said before

Let's go rhyme for rhyme ese

What you got
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