Conejo

Conejo - Let's Ride lyrics

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[Trisha Takasuki]

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



[James Hahn]

This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from

operating in public and gathering in groups and intimidating



[Trisha Takasuki]

In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News



[Conejo]

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



[Chorus]

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



[Chorus]



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



[Chorus]



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
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