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conejo - you ain't the homie no more كلمات الأغنية

verse one)
you aint got enuff bullets
to see me bleed
you fire up the crowd
down three miss me
you wanna dis my barrio
homie think again
streetlife
you get laced with lead
i carcked your ribs
cause you wore a vest
your mind got blown
when you stepped in zone
alcapone
ese was my mentor
so i check m-th-f-ckers
from the back to center
conejo
ese gang affiliated
vatos hesitated
so they got decapitated
slapped like a b-tch
to make it clear
i’m that vato slamming carga
smoking primos in the rear
that’s real
eternal tattoo tears
i’m a bird of prey
that hunts on fear
ese gotta go
fast not slow
i’m a dead man walking
when i take a stroll.

(hook/chorus)

(verse two)
you wont stand a chance
against this west los ganga
enemigas break it down
because they get no chansa
dam homie
these vatos they don’t know me
lets ride baby boy
cause i heard there coming for me
serio
i get critical with mines
so i down m-th-f-ckers
to the day that i die
tonite
i said tonite is the night
i get busy with my strap
bury bodys tonite
my shade is brown
toxtli get down
i make three wishes
my first is a pound
the second a key
the third is ten g’s
i buy weapons with my feria
so i spray these flees
rest in p-ss
what kind of war is this
rattle snakes they hiss
flying bullets never miss
pero
it’s gotta be like that
your -ss f-cked up
you get robbed and stabbed.

(hook/chorus)

(verse three)
heroin kicks in
releaves the tension
wicked women come in
releave the tension
these broads want c-ke
so i call the connection
there’s a price they gotta pay
for the f-cken attention
that’s right homegril
aint nada for free
it’s not like your my righteous
or my wife to be
your mans a punk
i’m eternal i’m a rider
l.a. county jail to the joint
i’m a southsider.

(hook/chorus)
i remember you homie
from back in the day
switched sides with the law
you walked i stayed
now i’m out on the calles
here to get my issue
i’m a catch you slippin
and i’m a pistal wip you
i remember you homie
from back in the day
when your -ss turned snitch
like a b-tch you fled
five years later
back to settle the score
automatic up your -ss
you aint the homie no more.

written by: conejo on the 91 fwy
recorded and produced by: odm of lighter shade of brown
at the brown royal studio. corona, ca
mixed by: anne catalino at paramount studios. hollywood, ca
mastered by: mark reagan at d.a.s. sherman oaks, ca

- conejo

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