Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fallen Angel, artist - Conejo. Album song Fallen Angel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.07.2005
Record label: Street Noize
Song language: English
Fallen Angel |
And he faces the death penalty |
His attorneys say they can’t comment on the defense before the trial |
Which is perhaps a year away |
But then they with undoubtable ask the jury to consider the boy behind the man |
Retarded, reclusive, and victimized |
Before they make their final decision for life, or for death |
Give him the death penalty |
And call me when they’re ready cuz I will be there |
I’m a fallen angel, from the skies I’ve fallen |
All the sins that I’ve commited so that I could be balling |
Making feria so that my status be known |
All the broads in the ghetto want to take me home |
I’m a fallen angel, from the skies I’ve fallen |
I came out the joint and the drogas were calling |
Making feria so I could buy more guns |
Lord please forgive me for the damage I’ve done |
In a black Monte Carlo from Bristal to the Canyon |
Tu sabes, I got this lowride dragging |
All through the calles, the barrio’s getting deeper |
Conejo rolls tough, automatic street sweeper |
Sound system, the motherfucker bumps |
Ese hit switches on hydraulic pumps |
You better duck, everyone spits metal |
Ese fire back, you get hit primero |
Bald head and ganga tacas all across my body |
Little homey, big homey get shot at the party |
They never had a chance, they were dead on arrival |
My jefa always tells me that I’m living suicidal |
Fuck that, I gotta get my issue |
Rock bottom to the top, fuck a snitch and the cops |
Low and slow, it gets critical |
Cuz vatos that wanna rob me wanna die, let’s go |
Twenty inch rims on this grey GMC |
Got a bad ass bitch trying to get at me |
Cuz I told her I would fuck her at the homeboy’s volo |
In an evil six three, homey hit that corner |
Keep an eye out, make sure it ain’t funny |
Youngster on the Schwin said these vatos were coming |
So I grab the signal forty, my Smith and Wessum |
Some high powered shit for the street these days |
Sabor a mi is what she came for |
Cuz mija wanted pedo with this fucking jugador |
I did my jale on a stormy night |
On a Thursday night when I flew in from Texas |
I shot to the pad in a poor white glass house |
Got a page from some broads saying «Conejo, what’s up?» |
I taxed the frame till I made her cum |
Now every single weekend wants to fuck after the club |
There ain’t no grave that holds my body down |
So as long as I live I’ll keep coming back like Jason |
Chasing, the motherfucking dragon |
Slaming, '64s and broads |
Everybody got his own way, I got my own |
Bitch ass vatos break in the panic zone |
I thought that I told ya that I’m a soldier |
Eternilty I’m locked, you get beat with a lock |
And it’s a fierce fucking battle that you await |
And you can’t penetrate the fucking gates |
Elimination, ese beyond the street |
Beyond the mystique of my fatal tecnique |
And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death |
I will fear no evil, put a bullet through his chest |
Understand me, I’m an angel that’s fallen |
Dope dealing killers is what we’re all becoming |