Conejo - City Of Angels Lyrics
In the City of AngelsAin't no mother*****ing jokeWatch your back eseThat's rightI'll take your feria and your *****ing puta(Gimme that *****)That's the way it's going downSimon, simon ese, yo soy Conejo de la calle veinte cincoEl 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 enemigosQue calle? en el parque ese, looking for some shitTryin to kill the homeboys from the Tiny Locos CliqueSpraying on the snitches, cuz that's the way it goesThey rattle up tecote, on everyone they knowAnd now it's time to ride, and now it's time to dieNine automatics sitting on my sideSo let me just grab a couple extra clipsBlast this vato, then scratch him off my listWhen others take revenge, while they make them movidaShot calling in las calles, they breaking up posidaHow you expect to fly when your wings got clippedHow you expect to kill when you hold no steelVatos know the real, all the blood gets spilled*****es for the thrill, enemigas get the chillsTalking about a place where there is no angleChoose your poison where there is no angelIn the City of Angels there ain't no angelsPuro vato loco, crazy gang-bangersIn the City of Angels there ain't no angelsPuro vato locoDamn, another bang bang, killed your homeboyNow isn't it a shame, that's what my petho saidAnd one of his jams, all *****es rattle but you didn't understandSo I'm break it down, ese I'ma put it downConejo rolled up, now it's looking like a ghost townWhere you at? I thought you had control*****ing with the hache, loco now you gotsta go misu
