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