Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Like The Yakuza, artist - Conejo. Album song Revenge Served Cold, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.10.2005
Record label: Street Noize
Song language: English
We Like The Yakuza |
| Fuck Hi-Power |
| Fuck Old-Town Mafia |
| Weak ass mothafuckers can’t diss |
| Get the fuck out the mic |
| Fake ass fools |
| We like the Yakuza |
| Mobster shit |
| Pass me that street sweeper |
| Fuck these fools |
| Let’s go to trial |
| You got nothing on me |
| Just some gang land murders |
| In the 2−1-3 |
| Reputated boss |
| With thee elicit harvish |
| Grizzly executions damn sure I got this |
| FBI’s report on this violent gang |
| Upper real dead snitches empty witness stands |
| It’s a warfare drill |
| And the suspect shot |
| It’s a bloody tale of fucking shots kill one |
| A stabbing death, can’t decrypt my verse |
| The gestapo hit the pad like a violent storm |
| HPS in the house tonight |
| Ese killer drug dealers on that Scarface white |
| Lights off, I navigate between |
| The fucking genocide |
| And the murder regime |
| No detection, I look over my shoulder |
| 2 semi autos and a snub nose burner |
| We like the Yakuza |
| But we ain’t missing no fingers |
| Roll deep on this foo’s |
| Pulling 4 5 trigger’s |
| And gang sweeps |
| They cease guns and drugs |
| We caught double up |
| The narcotic is what |
| We like the Yakuza |
| With big gats and tats |
| The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats |
| We get e’m back |
| We blowing chronic sacks |
| At the spot where we gather |
| From them criminal acts |
| Gun fight erupts |
| Two pigs get snuff |
| LAPD’s and the FED’s Agencies clicked up |
| It sound like new years homie |
| At twelve O’clock midnight |
| In a silver Marcede’s |
| We fled into the night |
| Harpy’s mafia, under thee umbrella of terror |
| Ese ruthless Gunman |
| Shower suckers with bullets |
| Affiliated, fire bombs get hirtled |
| This the chicos and dukes |
| They whole g’s get murdered |
| Get smoked, like a boy scout leader |
| Smoke his bitch ass quick |
| Before he stretch for the heater |
| Hollow points, I’m here to take that pain |
| With a morphine trip |
| For my doped up frame |
| It ain’t a game, it’s the face of death |
| Street gang killers, from the craziest place |
| LA County |
| Thee obileague of crime |
| Got a job at 13 |
| I got rock’s on the line |
| We like the Yakuza |
| But we ain’t missing no fingers |
| Roll deep on this foo’s |
| Pulling 4 5 trigger’s |
| And gang sweeps |
| They cease guns and drugs |
| We caught double up |
| The narcotic is what |
| We like the Yakuza |
| With big gats and tats |
| The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats |
| We get e’m back |
| We blowing chronic sacks |
| At the spot where we gather |
| From them criminal acts |
| Fox 11 news got you scared again |
| Cus the threats against your life |
| Went public again |
| Fucker sit down |
| You get sprayed and clowned |
| By a homicide wing |
| If you are out West bound |
| Then trickers slings |
| In the streets of violence |
| Tried to take mine |
| You ain’t knowing my silence |
| Got something for that sneak attack |
| And the choppers overhead can’t find the pad |
| Iministration the caine |
| Straight bullets they hover |
| You stupid mothafuckers ain’t no running for cover |
| Cause tons of blow into the country it volts |
| We unload the cargos start flooding them zones |
| Cruise hard, ain’t no remorse |
| Got so much shit, we overdose at the source |
| Foo’s dashed |
| Cus they thought they shot me |
| Last man standing |
| They need a nuke to drop me |
| We like the Yakuza |
| But we ain’t missing no fingers |
| Roll deep on this foo’s |
| Pulling 4 5 trigger’s |
| And gang sweeps |
| They cease guns and drugs |
| We caught double up |
| The narcotic is what |
| We like the Yakuza |
| With big gats and tats |
| The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats |
| We get e’m back |
| We blowing chronic sacks |
| At the spot where we gather |
| From them criminal acts |