Conejo - 1991 lyrics

Growing up in the hood, 1991
17 of my boys died by the gun
Ese fast forward 10
I was on the run, that’s OTR
You cross the border for fun
And me I cross the border or face indictment
Another street war with the enemies fighting
I’m writing, ese in my journal
So I could tell the world
About this fucking inferno i’m heavily armed
When I’m in the shadows
Muthafuckers get served on a silver plater
My presence, when I rhyme
That’s a cut throat voice boy west my side
Steel trigger homie how you figurе
I’m West Adams born foo the unforgiving
Like a drug that I dеliver
That’s heroin tar on the menu for dinner
The mysterious sound travels around
SoundCloud plays the Mob G get down
Dedication, to the craft
Street poet for the culture on their behalf
It’s aggressive no easy task
Elements of intrigue when the nina blasts
That’s regardless i get rave reviews
Scarface dos been paid his dues
So home, is where the hatred is
Penitentiary chance just to handle biz
Home, is where the hatred is
I made that choice
That’s what the fuck I did

I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit that you can relate
I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit
Nigga can you relate?

Straight up menace loccest A Wax
My rhymes street knowledge
I been there and back front & back Cadillac
Yeah and that’s back bumper
38 in my lap you can call it a thumper
With my ese partner serving up some wet
Compton muthafucka that’s your death threat
Uno, dos, tres, quatro my red beam straight
Muthafucka Ibshot yo, ass
Caught up in some payback drama
And my money better add up to way more commas
Olde English 800 gave a nigga some power
Hollow points drive a nigga
And some niggas will cower
I got heart from the hate no debate I’m free
Couple suckas fuck around 8 shots from me
That’s tales bout the black & brown
And underground
When there’s shots in the city
You know how that sound, geeah
When there’s shots in the city
You know how that sound

I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit
Nigga can you relate?
I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit
Nigga can you relate?

Geah, official

Hahaha Big C-Rock been a menace to society
Homie I’m eternal you sloppy muthafucka
You know nothing bout war time