Conejo
Conejo - Streets Cold lyrics
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From here on nothing goes down unless am involved, no blackjack no dope deals no nothing, ah nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in Crystal ice Crystal ice Crystal ice [Conejo] Fuck that! Homie get the gat Enemies wanna creep I lay'em flat on their back! Fuck that! I ain't the one'na get jacked! I'm the one who that spit it real, hood class in the shack! And move that, multiplying them stacks I'ma upper up the Ford and never let it collapse These hood rats, all you bitches get slapped I was killing some talk, about the foo that got whacked Ese nah, I ain't with the bullshit With the homies in the back ese hitting the Chronic And I doubt it, it get stronger than this Ese ninety-nine percent, fucking bullets don't miss Dismiss, you in the presence Of ah Harpy gang member, I just thought I would mention It's ah diss, and you can rest in piss Can't fuck with some G's that ain't giving ah shit The streets cold, they so cold you fold Unnecessary statements, topics untold They pick me outta line and said that's the one But what they gonna prove with the witness gone The streets cold, without ah weather report The meth laboratory blow the roof out your home Get doned, before you pick up that phone Conniving ass traitor, got to see in his tomb [Frank V] I walk around like I lost it Through the cold street, where weak vatos get frost bit Thirteen below, everybody know It's cold in Southern Califas, but there ain't no snow Every man for himself, vatos out for the take And these evil ass hynas, cold blooded like snakes But ah vato still standing, I just kept to myself And only, heated 'em up, when they step to my wealth Then I got snatched up, while I was doing my thing Pigs put me on stage but couldn't make me sing And in the concrete jungle, I remained ah survivor And I carried myself, like ah main line rider All in the mix up to my neck and trouble But when I, hit the bricks, my respect was double Hooked up with conejo, the crime spree began Through the calles of Los, pistolas close in hand The streets cold, they so cold you fold Unnecessary statements, topics untold They pick me outta line and said that's the one But what they gonna prove with the witness gone The streets cold, without ah weather report The meth laboratory blow the roof out your home Get doned, before you pick up that phone Conniving ass traitor, got to see in his tomb I can't write ah rhyme without killing some shit Some gangster shit, some intelligent shit Cause skills I got 'em, and guns I got 'em And you ain't gotta ask, if Rabbit ever shot 'em Cause BLOW! You in the danger zone Ese me G loony, Hoover Park Capone Let alone, all the bitches we crack Ese methamphetamine's, black tar and some crack I said I can't write ah rhyme without using the F word Hook it up from scratch and to the curb we serve What's the word, that I'm ah species superb G fucking with the dragon, and muthufuckers get burned What it's like, in the place I come from Shootings in my town, cause LA's one one Twisted, is how your body get found No money no go, just the streets so cold The streets cold, they so cold you fold Unnecessary statements, topics untold They pick me outta line and said that's the one But what they gonna prove with the witness gone The streets cold, without ah weather report The meth laboratory blow the roof out your home Get doned, before you pick up that phone Conniving ass traitor, got to see in his tomb