Conejo, Frank V - Street Cold lyrics
[Conejo, Frank V - Street Cold lyrics]
From here on nothing goes down unless am
Involved no blackjack no dope deals
No nothing a nickel bag gets sold
At the park I want in
Crystal ice crystal ice
Crystal ice
Fuck that homie get the gat
Enemies wanna creep I lay'em
Flat on their back
Fuck that I ain't the one'na get jacked
I'm the one who spit real
Hood class in the shack
And move that multiplying them stacks
Ama upload the vala not letting it calapse
These hoodrats all you bitches get slapped
I was killing some time about
The fu that got wacked
Ese nah I ain't with the bullshit
With the homies in the back
Ese killing the chronic
And I doubt it, it get stronger than this
Ese 99 percent fuckin bullets don't miss
Dismiss, you in the presence
Of a harpy gang member I
Just thought I would mention
It's a diss and you can rest in piss
Can't fuck with some Gs that
Ain't givin a shit
The streets cold they so cold you fold
Unecessary plots told you no
They kicked me outta line up
Shit that's the one
But what they gonna prove when
The wind is gone
The streets cold without a weather report
The meth laboratory blew the
Roof off your home
Get stoned before you pick up that phone
Kanivingass craters got the seed in it's tone
I walk around like I lost it
Through the cold street were we
Vatos get frost bit 13 below everybody knows
It's cold in southern califas but
There ain't no snow
Every man for himself vatos out for the take
And these evilass hynas cold
Blooded like snakes
But a vato still standin I
Just kept to myself
And only heated them up when
They steped to my wealth
Then I got snatched up while
I was doing my thing
Pigs put me on stage but
Couldn't make me sing
And in the concrete jungle
I remained I survivor
And I carried myself like main light rider
All in the mix with my neck and troubles
But when I hit the bricks
My respect was double
Hooked up with conejo the crime spree began
Through the calles of Los
Pistolas close in hand
Involved no blackjack no dope deals
No nothing a nickel bag gets sold
At the park I want in
Crystal ice crystal ice
Crystal ice
Fuck that homie get the gat
Enemies wanna creep I lay'em
Flat on their back
Fuck that I ain't the one'na get jacked
I'm the one who spit real
Hood class in the shack
And move that multiplying them stacks
Ama upload the vala not letting it calapse
These hoodrats all you bitches get slapped
I was killing some time about
The fu that got wacked
Ese nah I ain't with the bullshit
With the homies in the back
Ese killing the chronic
And I doubt it, it get stronger than this
Ese 99 percent fuckin bullets don't miss
Dismiss, you in the presence
Of a harpy gang member I
Just thought I would mention
It's a diss and you can rest in piss
Can't fuck with some Gs that
Ain't givin a shit
The streets cold they so cold you fold
Unecessary plots told you no
They kicked me outta line up
Shit that's the one
But what they gonna prove when
The wind is gone
The streets cold without a weather report
The meth laboratory blew the
Roof off your home
Get stoned before you pick up that phone
Kanivingass craters got the seed in it's tone
I walk around like I lost it
Through the cold street were we
Vatos get frost bit 13 below everybody knows
It's cold in southern califas but
There ain't no snow
Every man for himself vatos out for the take
And these evilass hynas cold
Blooded like snakes
But a vato still standin I
Just kept to myself
And only heated them up when
They steped to my wealth
Then I got snatched up while
I was doing my thing
Pigs put me on stage but
Couldn't make me sing
And in the concrete jungle
I remained I survivor
And I carried myself like main light rider
All in the mix with my neck and troubles
But when I hit the bricks
My respect was double
Hooked up with conejo the crime spree began
Through the calles of Los
Pistolas close in hand