Conejo

Conejo - When The Devil Rides lyrics

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Feds hit, ese the fuckens crib
They was watching for ah minute but this was it
Wasn't back from my trip they want the one that 
whips
The chef in the kitchen with that bomb ass shit
Told mei, I'm talking 'bout this yai
Got the dollar bill stamp we'se about to get paid
Back to the raid, and barricaded the made
Not ah finger print found not ah foot print laid
My operation, had to move out of town
On some new jack city trip on all of this clowns
Devils playground, was ah classic LP
From them LA city streets ah West Los G
Now I find myself, amongst the d
The shit started cracking I was counting my money
What's hood, G Rabbs got hoods
That'll snatch you out your crib and defecate on 
your tomb
Cus when the devil rides you know we so damn high
I'm ah lost fucken angel 7 homicides
Multiply, by my robbery's crimes
And all the times I pull the rise to the streets I'm 
tight
Cus when the devil rides you know we so damn high
I'm ah lost fucken angel 7 homicides
Multiply, by my robbery's crimes
And all the times I pull the rise to the streets I'm 
tight
Ese worker got robbed and then he got killed
I heard it was them foo's trying to get them pills
Cus without them pills they can't jump in the lab
And everyday they lose they're money ese you do the 
math
Got o's got p's got crack and weed
C Rock clock dough out to fill the greeds
Indeed, I got the game on it's knees
I bust more heat till the enemy bleed
I plan my revenge ese late last night
I flew in 2 killers from the hood on sight
Snorted white, and the cognac bottle
When the time was right I put my foot on the 
throttle
Semi autos, listen close it follow
Tatatata dropped all you vatos
Then chill, I got rid of the haters
Muthufuckers should'v known about them LA raiders
Cus when the devil rides you know we so damn high
I'm ah lost fucken angel 7 homicides
Multiply, by my robbery's crimes
And all the times I pull the rise to the streets I'm 
tight
Cus when the devil rides you know we so damn high
I'm ah lost fucken angel 7 homicides
Multiply, by my robbery's crimes
And all the times I pull the rise to the streets I'm 
tight
From ah drug overdose to ah hospital bed
I was there 5 minutes what the doctor said
Seen ah tunnel, ah million birds went through it
I woke up from the coma I was ready to do it
Flew it, like that sherm stick water
Ese little did I know it was about to get hotter
Hotter, ah wanted fugitive
And I don't give ah fuck what they say I did
Ah hundred pounds of that glass the only one that 
got it
US Marshals flew in too many rats were spotted
Narcotics, you know that bomb ass shit
Extradition in the worst they came to bring me in
Lawyers ready, to beat all my shit
Ese drug money spent fix all them things
His phone rings, collect call from Rabbs
I'll be out next year homie ready my straps
Cus when the devil rides you know we so damn high
I'm ah lost fucken angel 7 homicides
Multiply, by my robbery's crimes
And all the times I pull the rise to the streets I'm 
tight
Cus when the devil rides you know we so damn high
I'm ah lost fucken angel 7 homicides
Multiply, by my robbery's crimes
And all the times I pull the rise to the streets I'm 
tight
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