Conejo - Wild West lyrics

Yeah, Ce O Ene Yeah, we got high caliber weapons in the f**en building Know I'm saying Loco Negro All I ever wanted to do was bang my music Ride around town in my fancy car Switch up the swag, get me ah new b**h I'm playing this foo's like ah life guitar On the West, there's ah new religion If you got your money right you could buy forgiveness So I shook the snakes and kept my distance Cus ah real muthuf**a be about his business Fresh wide G ah color of yai Hooked up with G Rabbs and we call it ah day Tore down the booth made some noise Pulled out the Coop and brought my boys So who's better, better than the new era Burn hit could make your po man reach for ever 3 syllables, 2 letters, and I'm easy muthuf** who ever In the wild west on that mobster sh** I jump out with the Tommy and spray your click The flow sick, become ah terminal patient The beat start knocking send you on ah vacation That's permanent, I'm ah arsonist Coco booths set on fire from the temperament And that's evident from the body count We extortion muthuf**ers for the full amount California's cold, k**ing so cold Crystal diamonds keep cutting your soul Murders so cold drug profits for all Can you see it now, festered down bomb Out of control, my shadow on call Tugged in my waist ah f**en pistol This Westsider, so hard to tame The big bad hache might claim some fame Aw man, expandiendo mi mercado Venenoso peligroso, cuero y su lado Otravez, asiendo noticias De los mas odiados aparesco en la lista Agate pisa, aregle tus vacaciones Pagadas con flores rumbo al panteon Aciones ocultas con pistola en la mano Tinta de tatuaje oeste es el lado In the wild west on that mobster sh** I jump out with the Tommy and spray your click The flow sick, become ah terminal patient The beat start knocking send you on ah vacation That's permanent, I'm ah arsonist Coco booths set on fire from the temperament And that's evident from the body count We extortion muthuf**ers for the full amount Leave it alone, this an active throne We got the 50 count that'll drop them drones No phones, drop face to face So if someone gotta go, they'll be no case What ah waste, you know I speak on that If you ain't got bars what you doing in rap Get ah strap, and rob the trap Homie in the S S with that varrio inside I'll take you back, then it's back to the future But nothings really changed blue stream beach cruising Know I shoot ya, that's confrontation Ese by the Pacific is my location Bonarue nation is my apparel The G Rabbs hoodie guide the pistol barrel 3 5 7, to be exact I don't f** around in my blunt 5 sacks Venemous, Conejo, Loco Negro There it is, there it was For blood diamonds, we all us Bling bling, muthuf**er