Conejo - Going Off Like That lyrics

They told my a**, that I couldn't be sh** But I'm the under dog in this C Rap biz Got pockets full of stones, they say I'm skitz Got label's cutting checks so I'm cutting ah pig Big thug is crazy, the projectile spray I'm flying through the West rhyme toke in my chest I'm in your region, I leave you paraplegic Ese d**h con one need to play this strategic Same chapters, row chains and grill Ese pimp cup filled, got ah vato on tilt 36 26 36 and ah 6 Ah thick a** b**h bout to feed her my dick And all I know is hate like their ain't no love Ese Conejo Luciano break the law I'm above Gat burst, you pulled away in ah hearse Homie rock in my mouth posted up on the curb I reside in the West I reside in the East I hustle in the South come conquer the beach I'll smoke you, you don't want it with us Cold night Nueva York loco toss me ah gun I'm kushed up, I'm the host of the show Turn ladies into hoe's when ah driver get blowed You never know, homie she could be yours I push up on your thing I reached out on their glory With the blow of ah felon, narcotic selling Muthuf**er catch ah case, from the jail house villain I murder and sh**, so baby girl don't trip Then run and tell your man that I smashed your sh** All you see through vatos you in surgery I rip that a** to shreds for the pultary So stop right there, and rewind my vision Got the feinds lined up cooking more in the kitchen It's my aftermath, of ah shady record Ese rap affiliated with the LA sector Ese Hannibal lessons, decipher the lecture To restore rezine carried out on the stretcher While them old shool b**hes trying to get at my riches Top game mackalicious ghetto models they stripping Self sipping, hands up on them cuete Game rise on the witness leave the victim and flicker I really do this, you f**ing silly buffoon My greys fill eyes stay scanning the room It's going down now, you better leave it alone You know what I'm talking chop the f** off your dome It's like this though, I'm the last man standing Ese bad guy's back and the crappy slangers Step down, and kiss the pinky ring Or the four five rooky's coming out of the wing I'm the realest muthuf**er in the game right now I'ma tell you f**ing b**hes how it's going down Ese high calibur, coma gangsta sh** Homie been checker rabbit, since 96 So ask Gonzalo 'bout the f**ing fusion This ah West Los haunt, so their ain't no confusion Roll call, h**n yeska perico Plus ah senteretre bout to eat up your flesh But now it's time to check to the next ID And for the real muthuf**as I'ma keep this G And I'll bet, you won't skip ah track Cus C Mac-11 is going off like that