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letra de we make it rain - conejo

[intro: conejo]
spray bullets on your b-tch ass
southern california, gangsta gangsta homie
what’s up d, grab the m-th-f-cken mac-11
what’s up frank?

[verse 1: conejo]
it’s like notes to a song out of time (you out of time man)
if the b-tch ain’t yours, then i’m going for mine
cold rainy nights, enemigas coming for me
it’s like merlin’s magic, cast a spell on them phonies
cause you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
got a blue metal steel, for your soldiers i’m wicked
fall back, we got berettas and rugers
you might play them broads but you vatos can’t fool us
f-ck ’em all, cause they been blocking the scene
they trying to flood the market with their fake ass tеams
where your from, esе what varrio you from?
you m-th-f-cken ranker, put a slug in your skull
the sh-t is bull, and i’m a west los guillotine
looking through the scope, ar-15
blow blow, i know that you could hear me now
suspended in air, with your face shot off

spraying bullets on your b-tch ass
southern california, gangsta gangsta homie
[chorus]
we make it rain in southern california (they tell me)
we make it rain in southern california (that’s what they tell me)

[verse 2: mister d]
we make it rain, eses bring the f-cken pain
southern califas, all you lames best leave us
claiming you’re down, for the f-cken brown
but everything i heard was n-gga
real homeboys don’t use that word
southland, nothing but varrio warriors
talk to the older homies, them vatos sound like lawyers
homies with class, so get the f-ck on with your ghetto trash
real ese’s enter the rap game
putting these foo’s to shame
like that little vato thinking he’s hard
little punk on a level 1 yard
ese we don’t play, we’re the real vatos in this game
southern california, we make the bullets rain
you wannabes, and busters, are all the same

[chorus]
we make it rain in southern california (they tell me)
we make it rain in southern california (that’s what they tell me)

[verse 3: frank v]
we bring the pain ese, f-cking up you lops
we make it rain, put up your rag tops
can you feel the drizzle?
not from rain but a mini-missile
barrel of a nueve, putting holes in your chevy
ese stormy weather, when i’m in a gunfight
never ever, will you see, the sun light
your time has come, now your numb from the artillery
you think you’re bulletproof?
come on man you’re k!lling me
you talk metal, but see i got metal
i never ever seen a tattoo, that could stop metal
try to use the juice but i’m drying ’em up
i’m running in these vatos pads and i’m tying ’em up
i’ll make a dash with the cash
when i’m doing my dirt
sometimes i get away clean
sometimes people get hurt
but if you know me, you know that i’m liable
to make it rain cause i’m all about survival, yeah
[chorus]
we make it rain in southern california (they tell me)
we make it rain in southern california (that’s what they tell me)

[outro: conejo]
southland gangsters
frank v get rid of these bodies out by the ocean homie
mister d, dispose of these weapons out in the mountains big dawg
i’ll meet you vatos out in vegas
got some unfinished business to take care of
we make it rain doggy
southland gangsters

- conejo

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