Conejo And Capone - Conejo, Capone

What’s up Capone

What’s up Conejo

You ready to ride homey

Let’s ride

Alright

Gangster gangster, third and second generations

Stroll the boulevard to let you know who’s really hard

Homies in the back got the straps on deck

Putting bitch ass vatos in fucking check

Numerous arrests, Conejo stay loyal

When it extends to death, we put the Bibles in the soil

Arsonals expand, vatos drop for cover

Put my finger on the trigger, let the automatic stutter

Home invasion, I extort narcotics

I intimidate the witness till they relocate his ass

Assault with a deadly weapon

Enemigas, they get shot cuz they kept on slipping

Thus far, these untraditional tactics

Methaphetamine and some tar for the neighborhood addicts

Case load, probation and parole

Disrupted groups were to wicked to control

Conejo and Capone got this gangster shit

Fully automatic with some extra clips

Vatos they get shot, juras they get shot

Come in to the area where the guerra never stop

Conejo and Capone got this gangster shit

Fully automatic with some extra clips

Bitches they get shot, haters they get shot

Come in to the area where the guerra never stop

This gangster shit little homey, fuck the whole game up

Only some real chingones can make our shit blow up

We coming out the cut, fucking vatos up

Lyrics tight like virgin pussy, games dirty like a slut

You can’t fuck with these locote night stalkers

Pistolwhip the talkers, put the bodies in footlockers

Trip, you get damaged, hate, you get played

Diss us on your record and your clicka gets a hade

Conejo and Capone keeps em slipping on ice

Tag-teaming on you levas so you catch drama twice

We on some pitbull status out for blood and respect

When the gun smoke clears the scene, jura lights on the set

Latino Jam blockers on the crimescene like none

Vatos got their bocas bumping, get traumatized like nuns

Fucking with this hook-up from Texas to West Los

Put em in the dirt and make the dust from their juesos

From CY to CDC, if we’re ever incarserated

Seperated by the streets, but by the system always hated

Indicted, robbery and arson, distribution of narcotics is the major league

Enemensely, disciplinary, broken windows that needed to be fixed

Gaining status, there was strength in numbers

Knifes changed in bottoms, let’s rush these vatos

Gang fights, everyday and everynight

Everybody get involved, somebody gotta die

Gangsters wanna ride, West Los, Southside

Keep it real for my perros doing time

That’s on my jefa, I stay heated

Act a fool little homey, and ese been misleaded

To some vatos that’ll dig your grave

And wait to kill you till the order’s been gave

We got this gangster shit homey, que no

That’s right, Capone and Conejo the hook-up

That’s right homeboy, that’s the way it’s going down

Motherfuckers get wacked on the motherfucking calles

I ain’t no joke ese

I’ll pistolwhip your motherfucking hyna and your jefa ese

Fuck that homeboy