Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro : Watch Your Back, artist - Conejo. Album song The City of Angeles : Volume 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SL Entertainment
Song language: English
Intro : Watch Your Back |
He always knew the horas |
His own little reasons why his barrio controla |
Mi respecto for this firme camarada |
Down for the cause que nunca se acabada |
Los Angeles, la area dos trece |
Enemigas get shot up and everyday is a lesson |
Well little did he know of what was to come |
Unaware he was destined to get shot with a gun |
Consequences for roaming in the streets |
And Russian Roulette when you want to play for keeps |
Is it really how they say cuz it happens all the time |
At the wrong place, ese at the wrong time |
That’s how it’s going down, the times have changed |
No one knew who did it and the reason wasn’t strange |
Conejo you better watch your back |
Cuz these vatos out to get you and stab you in the back |
On the serio, ese can’t even sleep |
Cuz before I really knew it I was in too deep |
I see life but time’s running out |
I summon the demons but only I can see them |
My assistants in the journey I must take |
Expect the unexpected is what I await |
Then I teleport myself like a thought from my head |
Into his mind to find out what happened |
My diabolic status ese lead me to the killer |
He seen my homeboy slipping so he had to pull the trigger |
This vato used gloves, this vato used a mask |
He shot him in the chest, no one heard the blast |
Then back to his barrio, a jale well done |
Got rid of his ropa and buried his gun |
I got to escape, my time is also running out |
Me tengo que pelar, homeboy a cedar |
So perro, you know me better than that |
I’m a straight malion and the hache’s where it’s at |
I embark on the voyage I must take |
I put on my armor, ese fortify the base |
And in case I weren’t to come back |
Been an oso peligroso, automatic with attack |
He knows that I’m coming, he knows who I am |
From the murders of his homies other times in the past |
Mentally I was ready for the ride |
And ready for destruction ese high in the sky |
Like a vulture, ese my Aztec culture |
My devilish attempts to impose some torture |
My instrument of death, I show no remorse |
I got out the car and entered with force |
I was quicker on the draw, this vato has to pay |
Inbetween the eyes and inbetween the legs |
My mission’s accomplished, the vato got taxed |
Enemigas out to get me, until then I relax |