Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Ride, 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 Ride |
| Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members |
| Of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit |
| The goal behind the law suit is to take neighborhood |
| That have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang |
| This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from |
| Operating in public and gathering in groups and intimidating |
| In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News |
| What’s up hitchbacks |
| Venom, Bugsy, Ese Bandit |
| Soy Conejo |
| You vatos ready to ride |
| Where’s all my motherfucking killers at |
| That’s right, that’s the way it’s going down |
| Vatos better watch your back |
| Check it out |
| I wore a glass house to the weed spot |
| To pick me up a sack so I could smoke to the head |
| While Box got a beat at the studio that’s cracking |
| I get at this hunny making money from dancing |
| Call me up when you’re off, I’ll be laying a verse |
| It’s all about the feria so first thing’s first |
| I get up in the booth and I handle mines |
| I’m semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme |
| And what that means is that Conejo no joke |
| I let the pistol barrel smoke then I take me a toke |
| I get blown, call shots in the zone |
| Where vatos play for keeps simulating Al Capone |
| Hit a switch and if anyone trip |
| See the burban right behind me, it got plenty of clips |
| Don’t slip, I’m here to catch ya |
| Right between the eyes, bye bye I’ma blast ya |
| Let’s ride till we lay them down |
| Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side |
| Let’s ride till we lay them down |
| Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time |
| Let’s ride in a '63 Chevy |
| Ese vatos breaking down but I hold mine steady |
| Let’s ride in a '49 bomb |
| I don’t wanna be right if the barrio’s wrong |
| Let’s ride to see the writting on the wall |
| Big ass blocks about fifty feet tall |
| Shaded in, don’t know where to begin |
| Just know I’m in the calles trading sin for sin |
| Let me in, I’ll tell you once that’s all |
| Then I’m kicking in the door with my gauge sawed off |
| Gun point, I said she’s coming with me |
| Get your things babygirl then jump in the Chevy |
| I got beats that’ll make you got and drop some pills |
| And I don’t think you wanna cross me with your dope fiend skills |
| Camaradas from all over ese got my back |
| Break bread with the calles while these others get taxed |
| They collapse because I’m heavy in weight |
| I’m fresh out the joint, calisthenics, no weights |
| Back up, cuz I ain’t got no friends |
| Just twenty five riders in the streets, Dead End |
| Vatos hold it down with the shanks and rounds |
| Tattoo Ink tearing up the town |
| Then back to the park where the gangsters hang out |
| Caravaning through the barrio, outsiders get ran up |
| Say what, there’s a high risk factor |
| Impala '65, let’s go jack these rappers |
| Snappers is what these broads be saying |
| Cuz vatos from the area ese don’t be playing |
| We be serving every night, get your plate don’t wait |
| Got the big cooking rocks on the block that’s hot |
| Come on dog let’s go get this cash |
| And rob the connection, gotta be quick to blast |
| To my perros locked down doing time in the pen |
| Consider this a kite, I’ll get at you tonight |
| And to my faction, all the fallen soldados |
| I came to put it down ese for all you vatos |
| Let’s ride |
| Let’s ride homies |
| Let’s handle our business |
| Let’s ride |
| Vatos don’t want none ese |
| That’s right |
| I wanna say what’s up to my homeboy Torrance |
| Let’s ride |
| San Quintan death row |
| We ain’t forgot about you |
| Let’s ride |
| All the fallen soldados |
| Conejo from the City of Angels |
| I don’t wanna be right if the barrio’s wrong |
| Let’s ride |
| And I’m out |