letra de l.a. king - conejo
[verse 1: conejo]
they say its senseless
we push the murder rate
the criminologist point
at the hispanic race
50 caliber magnums
ese all in your face
drink beers – smoke weed
up in the grimiest place
battle scarred
i got 38 fragments
ese low rent housings
is where the f-ck i been stranded
survivor
of the worst to come
at the bellagio hotel
with your sister all sprung
seven-five charcoal grey
homie chevy caprice
who the f-ck wanna sleep
when the murders don’t seize
not me not snipes
or anyone in my gang
and them b-tch -ss detectives
can’t dismantle the ave
on behalf of the l.a.c
east side west side
and them s-g-v’s
i know you hear me
cause every varrio the same
but only certain few
is out there moving them thangs
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l.a. king – l.a. clipper
ese huero will clip you
to 36 o’s
and for sure i’ma flip you
then whip you
in to some homemade sh-t
that the dope fiends tremble
when we stacking our grips
i once had a boss
that was the man with a plan
a drug kingpin
with every drug in his hand
the orders came down
to sn-tch him up
i held the sh-t in my pockets
cause my digits they drop
[verse 2: huero snipes]
i’m all alone cause i’m sick
i run around with the freaks
four-five on the hip bone
yeah what it be
just the other day
we rolled 3 cars deep
checking perimeter
not giving a f-ck about the minister
i stuck this m-th-f-cka
cause the feds can’t hear it
the poison’s in my blood
i’m trying to hold on to my spirit
and plus i got lil homies
acting all psychotic
blowing all this heat
creeping low like a hydraulic
and just before i touch down in barcelona
enemiga died down up in carmona
wide eyed cause the paybacks coming
gather up the cuetes
cause the west ain’t running
we stuck in this war zone
we k!lling cause we want to
ask g rabbs how the devil just haunts you
sitting on my rooftop
waiting for the anti-christ
i blew through the art of war
now i’m on the l.a. times
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l.a. king – l.a. clipper
ese huero will clip you
to 36 o’s
and for sure i’ma flip you
then whip you
in to some homemade sh-t
that the dope fiends tremble
when we stacking our grips
i once had a boss
that was the man with a plan
a drug kingpin
with every drug in his hand
the orders came down
to sn-tch him up
i held the sh-t in my pockets
cause my digits they drop
[verse 3: conejo]
then multiple wagons
got media attention
cause it was 3 rivals
in the mexican section
a few tensions
but it was drug related
a war between the racists
how the government played it
racketeer influence
corrupt organization
prop retaliation
like a nato invasion
dirty wars
i’m in a airport stolen
i aim 3.80
in the c-ckpit smoking
indonesia
that’ll give amnesia
forget where you are
it’s like no one can see ya
bodies rises
cause the hood got extremists
ese check the demographics
cause they say we the deepest
the 1956
homie chevy bel air
ese pulled up to the luxe
and bystanders were staring
since i departed
un pinche narco corrido
m-th-f-ckas know the drill
rest in peace to chalino
[hook]
l.a. king – l.a. clipper
ese huero will clip you
to 36 o’s
and for sure i’ma flip you
then whip you
in to some homemade sh-t
that the dope fiends tremble
when we stacking our grips
i once had a boss
that was the man with a plan
a drug kingpin
with every drug in his hand
the orders came down
to sn-tch him up
i held the sh-t in my pockets
cause my digits they drop
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