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Conejo - Bout To Cook lyrics

If I murk you, the judge won't stare
Ese prosecutors know some mysterious here
12 gauge, I change the page
Now I'm at the large, lighting that sage
It don't matter, what the cause
I show muthufuckers who really the boss
It's true boy, I don't play that boy
HPS at the dead end boy
Sucker free, from all that noise
I employ ammunition and my bullets destroy
Just now, every casket
I come around the corner with the rifle blasting
Dance on me, doing my thing
I deploy 7 soldiers, that's ready to bang
Aww man, that's ah cold as scheme
Ese mounted on the back is ah infrared beam
When I come with the cook ese vatos be shook
Cus they know G Rabbs about to cook
You say cook? yeah I'm the chef
The black Mac-11 sitting on my lap
And to the wife, it's ah brick of white
Mean I'ma get it jumping on your block tonight
Until the light, from the sun come up
Then it's back to the cave to get my re up
I'm on the top floor, with my personnel
Listo para todo from the gates of hell
This foo's wanna scrap but I got the strap
Why waste time I'ma call it ah wrap
I'm not the one, I'm the one that peel
C A P when the shit get real
Try again, thee outcome the same
Ese bullets travel fast open up your brain
That's when I make, the whole ass shake
That's right muthufucka everything's at stake
I'm with the fellas, they ain't good they bad
Cus they take everything, that you had
Ah trouble maker, I'm the maker of trouble
You do dirt ese I do double
We gon' rumble, I'm hands on with the chopper
(chopper shots) that's Big C Rocker
When I come with the cook ese vatos be shook
Cus they know G Rabbs about to cook
You say cook? yeah I'm the chef
The black Mac-11 sitting on my lap
And to the wife, it's ah brick of white
Mean I'ma get it jumping on your block tonight
Until the light, from the sun come up
Then it's back to the cave to get my re up
Get intense, as the air get dense
With ah black spray can hit up on your fence
Barking injunction, notorious productions
Control this shit ain't no assumptions
Let it blast, out your speaker
Drops of blood on my brand new sneakers
Want ah feature? to make it official
But what you got to give sacrificial
I run up on 'em with the hammer
Sinister Kingdom is on the panel
Police scanner, going off all night
Ese black hoodie killer hollow points in his mic
This foo Poslie you better call off your posi
Before they find you in the field missing parts of
your body
Come to my city, I dare you punk
I dare you once ese roll them dice
When I come with the cook ese vatos be shook
Cus they know G Rabbs about to cook
You say cook? yeah I'm the chef
The black Mac-11 sitting on my lap
And to the wife, it's ah brick of white
Mean I'ma get it jumping on your block tonight
Until the light, from the sun come up
Then it's back to the cave to get my re up
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