Conejo - Royal Court lyrics

It's the diary of ah person that's dead He got ah needle in his vein and ah pipe in his hand Immortalize buy his tunes in itunes Now I'm across the map He got loyal goons And the trigger Still got more heart I'ma spice one ship Now let's embark I stay sleeping With one eye open Got the glock forty that could leave you frozen Un cinco de muerte is where you at Tiger out the cage that could k** you fat It's the greatest Show on earth Ain't no price To match his work The Royal Court Is here with me All thee entourage at the monarchy I'm the ruler ese of this land Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram The Royal Court Don't f** with gestures This hungry muthuf**ers get whacked from the sister I inject ya Ese with that dope That China white bag got this tiny loked The myth the legend C.O.N's ah weapon If the situating near I could bring the method Y se llama Matalos a todos Everybody in that party bites ase cholos And the jealous Still got ah strap That's right homeboy we don't take no capture Cause we could take you To the underworld Where the demons gather round past the blunt around That's terror From his origin So if ah murder need to happen then it make more sense So we dumped em In the f**ing ditches They were f**ing all they're b**hes Hard to k** But I make it look easy Run up on me quick and I'll blow up this sh** That's ah bomb Strapped to my frame You foo's ain't crazy better think again The Royal Court Is here with me All thee entourage at the monarchy I'm the ruler ese of this land Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram The Royal Court Don't f** with gestures This hungry muthuf**ers get whacked from the sister I inject ya Ese with that dope That China white bag got this tiny loked Got my paper work Ready at hand This regard to talk ese come again Histo and them make you comprehend Where ah big a** filero for commend sense Senseless How they beat you down The homies in the yarda ain't f**ing around On the Royal Courts put you on life support Get out of line When we f** your doctrine Ai te va Another chekiada For running that lip without knowing nada Ah little advice get the facts straight The big bad Ache known to regulate Ask about me You know I put it down The State the Feds homie I've been around Where the calles homie rain supreme Soy Veneno de los Harpy's Muerto Fin The Royal Court Is here with me All thee entourage at the monarchy I'm the ruler ese of this land Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram The Royal Court Don't f** with gestures This hungry muthuf**ers get whacked from the sister I inject ya Ese with that dope That China white bag got this tiny loked