CONEJO - City of Angeles lyrics

rate me

In the City of Angels

Ain't no motherfucking joke

Watch your back ese

That's right

I'll take your feria and your fucking puta

(Gimme that bitch)

That's the way it's going down

Simon, simon ese, yo soy Conejo de la calle veinte cinco

El valla mas chingones, este I aqui (West Coast locos)

In the wicked part of Los (West Coast)

And if you don't believe me, just ask the enemigos

¿Que calle? en el parque ese, looking for some shit

Tryin to kill the homeboys from the Tiny Locos Clique

Spraying on the snitches, cuz that's the way it goes

They rattle up tecote, on everyone they know

And now it's time to ride, and now it's time to die

Nine automatics sitting on my side

So let me just grab a couple extra clips

Blast this vato, then scratch him off my list

When others take revenge, while they make them movida

Shot calling in las calles, they breaking up posida

How you expect to fly when your wings got clipped

How you expect to kill when you hold no steel

Vatos know the real, all the blood gets spilled

Bitches for the thrill, enemigas get the chills

Talking about a place where there is no angle

Choose your poison where there is no angel

In the City of Angels there ain't no angels

Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers

In the City of Angels there ain't no angels

Puro vato loco

Damn, another bang bang, killed your homeboy

Now isn't it a shame, that's what my petho said

And one of his jams, all bitches rattle but you didn't understand

So I'm break it down, ese I'ma put it down

Conejo rolled up, now it's looking like a ghost town

Where you at? I thought you had control

Fucking with the hache, loco now you gotsta go misunderstood

Up in Hotel California with two wicked props

Homey burning like infernos on the serio

Ese gotsta get his issue, and walk away like nada

And not even miss you, I don't trip

I'll catch you on the rebound, I'll see you in the barrio

And then we could get down, down and dirty

That's the only way, I automade her body, with digital delay

I waste no time, I get up and I go

Cuz no one really knows what this broad could hold

She could set me up ese, for the right price

Depends on her addiction, the streets ain't nothing nice

In the City of Angels there ain't no angels

Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers

In the City of Angels there ain't no angels

Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers

In the City of Angels there ain't no angels

Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers

In the City of Angels there ain't no angels

Puro vato loco

Puro vato loco, that's right ese

Check it out

First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles

You know holmes, that's where the gangas is

First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles

You know holmes, that's where the gangas is

That's where the gangas at loco

25th and Hoover, Hillpoint Gang

California My Way, Tiny Locos

First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles

You know holmes, that's where the gangas is

First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles

You know holmes, that's where the gangas is

Watch your back when you come to my barrio

Soy Conejo