| Check 1−2, check 1−2 homie
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| We got Conejo up in this canton
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| That’s right homie
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| That’s the way it’s going down perro
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| Check it out, right about now
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| I’ma start snuffing vatos on the spot
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| See these vatos going around town
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| Talking about
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| Conejo ain’t worthy of holding a microphone
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| Ah, you fucked up perro
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| Serio, I’m coming to get you
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| You and your whole motherfucking clicka
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| Knock you out the box
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| Let’s go rhyme for rhyme, what you got
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| I got a sixteen bar bullet
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| That’ll knock you out the box
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| You got beef, you cell soldier
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| I took the money off your books
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| And mentally I broke ya
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| Caught the change to a big yard
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| Ese waiting for my clavo
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| Ese waiting for my bone yard
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| Gotta get that, make some feria
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| Got the homies on the tira
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| Homie slanging this loquera
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| Care package that was filled to the rim
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| Got a bitch out there
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| That’s good for hustle and sin
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| Checking in, saying 'baby what you need?'
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| I know this baller just paroled
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| Watch her fuck him for his green
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| They shoot it, money order and some flicks
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| Get a close up shot of the nipples and the clit
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| I like 'em slutty
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| So keep your lady in the safe
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| Cuz if she wanna skeez
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| Second time I won’t waste
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| Program that, so I can bring it
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| It’s in my nature, so I ain’t gotta think it
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| I’ma sink it, like a battleship
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| I’ma gank for the bank
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| Like an old school convict
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| I stay loyal to the code
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| While you start dry snitching
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| I cook dope for the fiends in Casper’s kitchen
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| Got some high tech inmates in my car
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| Gate money in hand, bullet wounds and scars
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| No more weight house
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| It’s all about calasthetics
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| Got a kite from the calles
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| Certain vatos gotta get it
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| Broke him off, but he won’t PC up
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| He’s a lifer with a jacket, he was down as fuck
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| It’s like damn doggie, aren’t we all
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| Locked down in a cell
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| Thinking of ways to ball
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| On call, torpedo with a gun
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| I was waiting at the gate
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| Cuz you know I’m on one
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| I’m bad news, I’ll beat the shit out your ass
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| With ten camaradas selling coca and grass
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| You ain’t got no status
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| So how you wanna ball
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| I’m a jailhouse lawyer and I tax them all
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| Disrupt my business and you’re at my disposal
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| Got priors, put in work, I’m a rider
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| Get your cap peeled, you’re a witness in a case
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| You get a greenlight
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| You’re a target for death
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| Big homies slanging ink, you get tatted for life
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| Put your varrio on your chest
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| You get married to crime
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| Do your time up in gladiator school
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| I got my cora up in elementary school
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| So if a tear comes down
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| The side of my face
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| Then you know I’m about to murder
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| Ese up in this place
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| Dame esquina, for all times carnal
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| Anybody backstab me
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| Snuff 'em out carnal
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| Check it out
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| I got my homeboy China White
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| That’s right
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| I got my perro Bandit
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| What you vatos wanna do
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| And like I said before
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| Let’s go rhyme for rhyme ese
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| What you got |