Conejo - k**er From The West lyrics

Twelve O'clock midnight, was the time that I arose One thing on my mind, I wanted to get loco On ah mision, is why you can't find me I'm rolling with ah treno, ese me and my crimey That's Shady, my perro, ese watch my back Gonna get this feria, gonna break some backs Cus that's the only way, that I knew One more strike, I get caught and I'm through Soy Conejo, tiny l o c o s Hoover Park gangster, two eleven p h s And something wicked, comes this way As Veneno my carnal, ese crawls out his grave With vengeance, and the look of ah k**er And the look in his eyes, like the devil in disguise Vatos wanna run, and vatos wanna hide Their dropping in the calles enemigas gotta die This vatos wanna run, this vatos wanna hide Dropping in the calles enemigas gotta die Before I really knew it I was riding with the rest My varrio on my back and my clica on my chest The familia's ahuitada on the way that we turned out I brung it on myself, it's not my jefa's fault The dimensions that I enter, can't be explained So all this lokera is the way that I maintain The war in the calles, will never f**ing cease Now I steer the county homeboys that are now rest in peace Conejo, Los Harpy's, loco yo cotrolo I snatched that microphone, y yo me paro solo Cus who I gotta fear, when my varrio got's my back With ah erre full of carga, I'm feeling really smacked I heard the gunshots, from blocks away As we made it to the spot, where the homeboy laid There was yellow tape ese around the scene The homeboy got k**ed not again not ah dream I felt the presence, of someone from the West It's ah work of ah k**er it's ah k**er from the West So let me a**ume, and let me decide Who of my victims be the first one to die Vatos wanna run, and vatos wanna hide Dropping enemigas, enemigas gotta die Vatos wanna run, and vatos wanna hide Their dropping in the calles enemigas gotta die