Conejo - Planet Los Angeles lyrics

We have in Los Angeles cities about
50, 000 gang members and 150, 000 wannabes

Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles
Weed, pills, crack, coke, speed, heroin
Anything you want I got your fix
My eyes stay low, watch your back

Critically acclaimed is all I claim
Drug cartels wanna sell my name
Homey serio, you get hooked like that
Tidal wave coming at you about
To sink your raft
This is it, how the West was won
Shaking down all the busters
My word is my bond
In these cinematic streets kingpins and all
Bake a broke ass vato wanna rob them all
I'm on some deep shit if you have any doubts
I'ma flood them with the obvious
My rocks and my clout
I'ma reign supreme in your fatalist dream
Biographical blueprint of a dope fiend scheme
My voice distinct, I'm a lyrical marksman
You run down my alley and
My dogs start barking
I said homey don't try to cross mine
No man has succeeded, find them dead on mine
Everywhere I go it's the Devil's playground
Ese vatos being caught, ese vatos being shot
And that's all going down
While the city sleeps
So they say, so they say
Don't believe what you hear

Controversy has been predicted
Unforeseen complications
The times are really wicked
Guns blazing, I got work late
My dogs hit it off, bitch vatos get sprayed
Watch the caile, these some pit fights
You get covered in beams by
Some infared murder lights
What the fuck, you know the rules
Ain't no rules on the street
Lame riders get fooled
It be official, these circumstances
Baby got no feria so she gave lap dances
Spark joints laced with weed and coke
I install deadly rhymes in the
Form of sand storms gatos, ese extasy wait's
In the street corners for
The underground tapes
Urban chaos, it be the sickest
Run around and one
I'ma put you on my hit list

Slight careful with that axe dog
You got the touch of death and
You just don't know it
Nobody's home when the feds
Come knocking que no
Fuck the motherfucking pigs
That's right, watch out
Step back homey, don't wanna smack your ass
With a steel desert eagle
Rather blast your ass
Vocabulary tight, you bite you die
My method of accounting make
The feria multiply
Chin checking enemigas up and down the coast
Kicking in real slow like the effects of dope
Controlled substance copywritten in blood
Fuck this dope fiend bitch
Got her smoking my bud
Now I'm back in the grave
That you buried me in
Ese out by twenty fifth
Ese commiting more sin
Let's get down so I can make you buckle
Ain't no rules in a fight
So I grip brassknuckles
Decision final, last round last bout
Young ex-con ese flexing my clout
Then I opened my eyes and I saw it all
Now I stay paranoid like I've
Been hitting the pipe

I know you vatos can't comprehend the
Angle that I'm coming at you
See I got camaradas that sit infront
Of Ice Castles all day
Snorting their life away
My world is a ghetto
Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles
Los Angeles, Los Angeles