Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conejo And Capone, artist - Conejo. Album song Fallen Angel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.07.2005
Record label: Street Noize
Song language: English
Conejo And Capone |
| What’s up Capone |
| What’s up Conejo |
| You ready to ride homey |
| Let’s ride |
| Alright |
| Gangster gangster, third and second generations |
| Stroll the boulevard to let you know who’s really hard |
| Homies in the back got the straps on deck |
| Putting bitch ass vatos in fucking check |
| Numerous arrests, Conejo stay loyal |
| When it extends to death, we put the Bibles in the soil |
| Arsonals expand, vatos drop for cover |
| Put my finger on the trigger, let the automatic stutter |
| Home invasion, I extort narcotics |
| I intimidate the witness till they relocate his ass |
| Assault with a deadly weapon |
| Enemigas, they get shot cuz they kept on slipping |
| Thus far, these untraditional tactics |
| Methaphetamine and some tar for the neighborhood addicts |
| Case load, probation and parole |
| Disrupted groups were to wicked to control |
| Conejo and Capone got this gangster shit |
| Fully automatic with some extra clips |
| Vatos they get shot, juras they get shot |
| Come in to the area where the guerra never stop |
| Conejo and Capone got this gangster shit |
| Fully automatic with some extra clips |
| Bitches they get shot, haters they get shot |
| Come in to the area where the guerra never stop |
| This gangster shit little homey, fuck the whole game up |
| Only some real chingones can make our shit blow up |
| We coming out the cut, fucking vatos up |
| Lyrics tight like virgin pussy, games dirty like a slut |
| You can’t fuck with these locote night stalkers |
| Pistolwhip the talkers, put the bodies in footlockers |
| Trip, you get damaged, hate, you get played |
| Diss us on your record and your clicka gets a hade |
| Conejo and Capone keeps em slipping on ice |
| Tag-teaming on you levas so you catch drama twice |
| We on some pitbull status out for blood and respect |
| When the gun smoke clears the scene, jura lights on the set |
| Latino Jam blockers on the crimescene like none |
| Vatos got their bocas bumping, get traumatized like nuns |
| Fucking with this hook-up from Texas to West Los |
| Put em in the dirt and make the dust from their juesos |
| From CY to CDC, if we’re ever incarserated |
| Seperated by the streets, but by the system always hated |
| Indicted, robbery and arson, distribution of narcotics is the major league |
| Enemensely, disciplinary, broken windows that needed to be fixed |
| Gaining status, there was strength in numbers |
| Knifes changed in bottoms, let’s rush these vatos |
| Gang fights, everyday and everynight |
| Everybody get involved, somebody gotta die |
| Gangsters wanna ride, West Los, Southside |
| Keep it real for my perros doing time |
| That’s on my jefa, I stay heated |
| Act a fool little homey, and ese been misleaded |
| To some vatos that’ll dig your grave |
| And wait to kill you till the order’s been gave |
| We got this gangster shit homey, que no |
| That’s right, Capone and Conejo the hook-up |
| That’s right homeboy, that’s the way it’s going down |
| Motherfuckers get wacked on the motherfucking calles |
| I ain’t no joke ese |
| I’ll pistolwhip your motherfucking hyna and your jefa ese |
| Fuck that homeboy |