Conejo - Let's Ride lyrics

Now city attorney James Hahn
Has slapped 33 members
Of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit
The goal behind the law suit
Is to take neighborhood
That have been terrorized by members
Of the Harpys gang

This injunction is going to
Prohibit the Harpys from
Operating in public and gathering
In groups and intimidating

In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News

What's up hitchbacks
Venom, Bugsy, Ese Bandit soy Conejo
You vatos ready to ride
Where's all my motherfucking killers at
That's right, that's the way it's going down
Vatos better watch your back check it out

I wore a glass house to the weed spot
To pick me up a sack so
I could smoke to the head
While Box got a beat at
The studio that's cracking
I get at this hunny making money from dancing
Call me up when you're off
I'll be laying a verse
It's all about the feria
So first thing's first
I get up in the booth and I handle mines
I'm semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme
And what that means is that Conejo no joke
I let the pistol barrel smoke then
I take me a toke
I get blown, call shots in the zone
Where vatos play for keeps
Simulating Al Capone
Hit a switch and if anyone trip
See the burban right behind me
It got plenty of clips
Don't slip, I'm here to catch ya
Right between the eyes, bye bye I'ma blast ya

Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side
Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time
Let's ride in a '63 Chevy
Ese vatos breaking down but
I hold mine steady let's ride in a '49 bomb
I don't wanna be right if the barrio's wrong

Let's ride to see the writting on the wall
Big ass blocks about fifty feet tall
Shaded in, don't know where to begin
Just know I'm in the calles
Trading sin for sin
Let me in, I'll tell you once that's all
Then I'm kicking in the door
With my gauge sawed off
Gun point, I said she's coming with me
Get your things babygirl then
Jump in the Chevy
I got beats that'll make you
Got and drop some pills
And I don't think you wanna cross
Me with your dope fiend skills
Camaradas from all over ese got my back
Break bread with the calles while
These others get taxed
They collapse because I'm heavy in weight
I'm fresh out the joint, calisthenics
No weights
Back up, cuz I ain't got no friends
Just twenty five riders in the streets
Dead End

Vatos hold it down with the shanks and rounds
Tattoo Ink tearing up the town
Then back to the park where
The gangsters hang out
Caravaning through the barrio
Outsiders get ran up
Say what, there's a high risk factor
Impala '65, let's go jack these rappers
Snappers is what these broads be saying
Cuz vatos from the area ese don't be playing
We be serving every night
Get your plate don't wait
Got the big cooking rocks on
The block that's hot
Come on dog let's go get this cash
And rob the connection
Gotta be quick to blast
To my perros locked down doing
Time in the pen
Consider this a kite, I'll get at you tonight
And to my faction, all the fallen soldados
I came to put it down ese for all you vatos

Let's ride let's ride homies
Let's handle our business let's ride
Vatos don't want none ese that's right
I wanna say what's up to my homeboy Torrance
Let's ride san Quintan death row
We ain't forgot about you let's ride
All the fallen soldados
Conejo from the City of Angels
I don't wanna be right if the barrio's wrong
Let's ride and I'm out