Conejo - Bust my steel lyrics

Intro: There's The Homie Gangster Right There G-Rabbs Whats Up Homie What's Up Dog You Know I Got You Don't Even Trip I'm Already Be Knowing How The Hood React You Know Whenever I See That f**ing 7 Eleven Motherf**er Homie You Know I'm A Bust My Motherf**ing Steal Smoke Em f** That Punk Verse 1: I Said I Roll G's Hardcore Muthaf**ers (HPS Drug Dealers) That Push That Caine Out Of State In Numbers The Hood Took Me Under To A World Of Sin Beach Cruiser Pistol Packing Full Time Dead End All Day Every Day Ese Banging And Smashing Ese Unfamiliar Faces Terrorizing Hara**ing Straight Blasting On All You Punks 96 SS (Impala) With The Major Bumps Suped Up I Swoop Up The Tinys Stomp Your Ass Out Still The Pigs Can't Find Me Shaved Head Gold Chain And A Sack Of Crack Homie Stuffed In My Chucks With A f**en Strap In Front Of M & H With That Wild Bunch Gang (Maniac R.I.P.) Muthaf**ers Ain't Knowing It's A Harpys Thing Like A 87 Elco Front Euro Clip Stash Box Twin Glocks Nardi 20 Inch Rims Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Chorus): You Know I Bust Steal You Know I Bust Steal This L.A. G Will Get You k**ed You Know The Streets Are Real You Know The Streets Are Real Nightmares That You Could Feel Verse 2: Parole Agent Got Stupid So I Shot His Ass Ese f** Parole I Discharge On My Own Ese Back In The Zone Ese Parolee At Large Plus They Wanna f**en Stick Me With A Fake Ass Charge Layed Out I'll Take Your Neighborhood Out Ese Enough Artillery Leave Iraq In A Drought Move Around Non Stop Enemies Get Shot Ese On The f**en Block But Never Slip At The Spot I'll Rip Your Vest That's What The West About (West Side Harpys) Straight Through Your Chest I Take 3 Of You Out TLS - CHS And The TKS Ese Dukes 28 It's All HPS Disrespect And Find Your Ass In The Trunk Ese High Power k**ers Hooverpark All Drunk It Was A Blitz Screen I Shipped Your Head In The Mail Ese To Your Front Step Is How We Do That There Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Chorus): You Know I Bust Steal You Know I Bust Steal This L.A. G Will Get You k**ed You Know The Streets Are Real You Know The Streets Are Real Nightmares That You Could Feel Verse 3: It's All Me Right Here And Its Simple And Plain That 45 Tucked Will f**en Splatter Your Brains It Get No Better Than This I'm A Gangster Hoodlum I'm Your Worst Nightmare f**en Robb Em And Shoot Em Pump Fear Into The Streets And Then In You Act Stupid Muthaf**er But You Its True You A Scary Ass Lame Always Ranking Out You See Them West Side Harpys And You Calling The Cops So Talked To My Heat You Son Of A b**h Ese Hollywood Actor Slash f**en Snitch Your Style Funny And I'm About This Money A Bottle Of Henny Chronic Blunts With Cavy They Smile In My Face (Chicano Rap Scene) But When I'm Gone They Run There Mouth And Now Its On So f** A 22 (Lokota) Ese I Wish You Would I Got Something For That Ass And All That Crew Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Chorus): You Know I Bust Steal You Know I Bust Steal This L.A. G Will Get You k**ed You Know The Streets Are Real You Know The Streets Are Real Nightmares That You Could Feel Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Outro): Let Me Tell You People Let Me Tell You Now Cold Labels Getting You Know I Bust Steal You Know I Bust Steal This L.A. G Will Get You k**ed You Know The Streets Are Real You Know The Streets Are Real Nightmares