Conejo - Street Cold lyrics

(Man talking) 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 (Conejo) Crystal ice Crystal ice Crystal ice f** that homie get the gat Enemies wanna creep I lay'em flat on their back f** that I ain't the one'na get jacked I'm the one who spit real hood cla** in the shack And move that multiplying them stacks Ama upload the vala not letting it calapse These hoodrats all you b**hes get slapped I was k**ing some time about the fu that got wacked Ese nah I ain't with the bullsh** With the homies in the back ese k**ing the chronic And I doubt it, it get stronger than this Ese 99 percent f**in 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 f** with some Gs that ain't givin a sh** Chorus The streets cold they so cold you fold Unecessary plots told you no They kicked me outta line up sh** 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 Kanivinga** craters got the seed in it's tone (Frank V) 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 evila** 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