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letra de spanish hawthorne - l.a. symphony

[intro]
just in, pigeon john and flynn adam atkins arrived to los angeles from a rather intriguing stay in harlem, new york, only to find out that long-time friend joey lawrence had been man-napped during yesterday’s annual los ? track meet. the authorities have yet to find any clues leading to where joey lawrence is, leaving the news of his disappearance altogether frightening

[verse 1: pigeon john]
stepped out of the plane, in the sunshine rain
mind’s twisted and diluted in revenge and pain
why the heck they got to get my little joey like that
don’t they know that la symphony ain’t keen on that
i got the call up in the air from a voice real ill
yo, we got joey l and we want two mil
first shocked, the second wanted to ? rock
right up the ill cats from around the block
walk slow toward the exit in terminal 6
first thing i did was call flynn to get things fixed
(they got joe, round em up now)

[verse 2: flynn]
pick up the phone, pigeon john was freaked
speaking with stress tones a story i’m not believing
decided the crew would rendezvous in fox hills
wasn’t sure what to do for a few hot bills
i call coy to inform our situation
he’s just silent for a second, then with hesitation
(yo dog, we can’t let these fools stop the rotation)
said he’d call irisumi and ask for donations
delegated btwice as source for transportation
eternal forerunner, fishermen with baseball bats
bound to crack some skulls to get boateng back
and add boxes we united with the counterfeit stash
dude, this money is fake. i know it’s fake. it is not gonna work. it’s gonna work. it’s gonna work!

[chorus]
we went to the east took that and now back
spanish hawth-rne is up on the map
why the heck they try to get my little joey like that
don’t they know that la symphony ain’t keen on that
we went to the east took that and now back
spanish hawth-rne

[verse 3: pigeon john]
dipped into the parking lot half past six
feeling sick to the stomach of what the future depicts
spotted my symph n-ggies below the macy’s sign
eyes bloodshot and cold, grim, keen, and refined
step out of my wildcat, slow motion connect
shook hands traded the words out of the moment’s respect
not a smile in sight, sucking away from a fight
nodded to flynn to lay out the plan for the night

[verse 4: flynn]
took the nod as a go, approached situation slow
said they have my man joe in san pedro
look past emotions then we got down to the plan
pigeon brought his briefcase and we layed hands
(father god, please help us with the plan)
i proceeded to inform the crew of all the specifics
if we stick to the plans, the results will be terrific
passed out walkie-talkies and the water weapons
wouldn’t do a bit of damage, the symph would just threaten
uno started fretting, halieyoos second guessin
(come on, yo, guys, give us a second)
swiftly stuffed the briefcase with monopoly tender
spread suey’s money over top and into the center
we connected eye to eye, ready for all types of trouble
someone satisfied, we unified for a huddle
(ok, yo, ok, yo, break!)

[verse 5: pigeon john]
took my ? n-ggies round up on the plan
nine fine n-ggies crammed in the back of the van
20 minutes till we hit the crest of the south bay
n-ggin, how we gonna trick them in time to get away
no time for that, we got to get my little joey
they said they would cut off his ear if they smelled the police
the closer we get, the anger replaces the fear
then we reached our destination at the end of winthrop pier
we hopped out smooth, tricked out, moved serene
my right hand held the briefcase filled with fake green
there they stood, four of them in black, obviously packing
joey was tied up and gagged, i felt like attacking
the tall one spit quick, give us the dough, youll get joe
man i contact my crew, under my breath, said, here we go

[verse 6: flynn]
kenny d approached the four with stern sore faces
the leader took briefcase and said, step back three paces
he wasn’t letting joey go, i know we could taste it
just then he pulled out pink bills from brief case bottom
soto went for his piece, but he had forgotten
pulled the trigger, only water was droppin

[verse 7: pigeon john]
slow motion, four men in black in unison
whipped their guns out, pointed randomly to do a sin
i fell to the ground, then i heard the shot sounds scream
looked up, saw joey l in his very last dream
seems fake, all the blood, all rabble, it’s a scadaddle
bullets spraying out in the open like cattle, b got raddled

[verse 8: flynn]
i jumped under villains’ van, saw jbeits crawling
i turned my head around and witnessed bl–dy stubby? bawling
? ? ? ? to most high, they were calling
another shot rang out and i saw trendi m falling

[verse 9: pigeon john]
not my n-ggie, he’s my man, doc low? is on solo
caught each others eyes just before he got cold
six shorts away from the bullet spay
where uno mas at, yo we gotta go and get away
right, left, look scene look shook
just then i saw my man uno mas sock this one n-ggie with the hook
oh yes! then he got blown in his chest
just then i noticed a villain get in his corvette
and there go flynn heading the same direction as me
yelling, coy’s dead! then i see all three
hop in the car and split, turned around to our dismay
we see that joey wasn’t dead, we caught him driving away

- l a symphony

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