| I know these bitches wanna fuck as back as we do
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| So you gotta keep it real trick
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| Alright feel this, lay back in Cal state
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| That steel grip, incase someone trip can’t hesitate
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| Let me break it down while I bother with these hoes
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| When I’m in the club homie pack the snub nose
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| They get out their clothes, I spit the game cold
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| Fuck the same hoes, ese I got some new ones
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| Contact the dukes, I’m gangster for life
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| Motherfuckers wanna step they might lose their lives
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| I know you ain’t tripping, it’s a Brown thing ese
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| Hitting switches, straight clowning
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| Come on ma, shake that, hit it while I lay back
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| For real bitch, wait up, let me see what you’re made of
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| Get down, come on bitches
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| Right now, get down
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| And show me how
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| How bad you want this motherfucking dick
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| Jaw breaker jaw breaker, dog I’m on the edge
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| It’s getting kind of messy so they called the feds
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| To wake the spirits, gun fights and all
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| Ese dropped out of school to put my name on the wall
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| Not for sale homie, it’s just a promo copy
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| Bitch you don’t know my kind cuz your style’s too sloppy
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| Who am I? |
| I’m just Conejo from Los
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| Ese killer from the West that’ll bury your bones
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| Yeah you know, it’s all about that dough
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| West Coast players in this canton
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| Hit a switch and drop it low
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| This is Tattoo Ink, these vatos got the game wrong
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| We can all ball player, just watch who you hate on
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| Damn bitches, there best to be no snitches
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| Cuz the calles get viscious, I’ll be digging your ditches
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| Fuck your weed, homie I’m here for the speed
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| You fucking mayateros, your personas so weak
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| It’s not a dream that I be pinching your pockets
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| Got the .45 cal loco spitting them rockets
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| Now now, settle down you clowns
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| The Ink be the baddest, we’re the shit in your town
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| What you think, that I won’t put a slug in your beam
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| Your entire fucking crew straight stayed on the scene
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| I’ll do it high, liquid acid and thai
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| I liquidate your stash and bankroll my supply
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| As for the rest, you OG’s ain’t young
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| Don’t get in my path cuz I ain’t playing with guns
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| The Devil’s playground is where I met my dogs
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| Dog fuck these bitches, dope fiends got blown |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Down Bitches , by - Conejo. Song from the album The City of Angeles : Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп