First class ticket to hell - Conejo

I Was At The Wrong Place

At The Wrong Time

Had To Dodge Them Bullets

Just To Stay Alive

Homie Vatos Tried To Smoke Me

Rabbit Exit Quick

Ese Like O. J

On The Tennis Shit

I Rolled Up A Blunt

Of That Chronic Green

Got My Thoughts Together

Oh What This Could Mean?

No More Schemes

Ain’t No Way To Redeem

They’re Trying To Stick Me With A Case

And Give Me 3

I Lost Sleep Boy

From The Very First Night

With Their Railroad Media

Trying To Give Me Life

I Took A Flight

They Fucked The Game Plan Up

Could Never Tell What Could Happen

City Heat Was Up

I Know You Squall

And Gave Me The News

There’s A Warrant For Your Ass

Someone Caught The Blues

Did You Do It?

Only The Devil Knows

Lay Low Young Rabbs

Till We Pass The Storm

I Said First Class Ticket To Hell

Where Them Riders Get Busy

In The County Jail

And When They Up In The Pen

They Execute Them Orders

And Buck All Them Lames

First Class Ticket To Hell

Gotta Get That Money

Off Of Street Drug Sales

And When They Up In The Lab

They Come Out With A Batch

That’ll D That Ass

I Hit Out Of State

A Fucking Escape

A Place Where I Can Think

About All This Shit

I Need Chips Though

To Really Fight My Case

And To Get Money Long

This Was The Place

I Was Hungry Dog

So I Started To Smuggle

But Everywhere I Go

I Was Followed By Trouble

They Came For Murders

L.A. Do It For Free

Street Gang Muthafuckas

On A Robbing Spree

I See My Face

On The Fucking News

Ese Fuck A Fed Chale!

Trying To See Me In Blues

G’s Lose

Ese I Said The H Don’t Freeze

Ese Muthafuckas Know

If They Play — I Squeeze

But Now I’m On The Run

Keep My Hand On The Gun

Interpol Wanna Come

C-O-N Drop Bombs

I’m On A Satellite Phone

And I Call L. A

The Angel Of Death

Is Coming Home Today

I Said First Class Ticket To Hell

Where Them Riders Get Busy

In The County Jail

And When They Up In The Pen

They Execute Them Orders

And Buck All Them Lames

First Class Ticket To Hell

Gotta Get That Money

Off Of Street Drug Sales

And When They Up In The Lab

They Come Out With A Batch

That’ll D That Ass

I Roll Up

To The L.A. County

In The Streets It Was On

But In Here They Around Me

Ese Vatos That Feel Me

Enemigas They Hate Me

I’m With That South Side Car

So You Busters Can’t Fade Me

The Riots Was Jumpin'

Going At It With Blacks

The System Was Rioting

Deputies Got Attacked

Politics Got Em Scared

Lock Us Down Cause We Bad

And When They Let Us Off

We Go Off Again

Fighting My Case

Attorney Beat Up The Witness

They Lied On The Stand

And The Jury Could See It

They Tried To Dump It On Me

Cause I’m A Ghetto Celeb

And I Write Fucking Songs

Bout Your Homies Death

If The Crime Ain’t Mine

Then The Crime Ain’t Mine

I Beat The Case

It Was About That Time

Now I’m Back In The Hood

With These Gangster Tracks

These Harpy’s Raps

You Know The Boss Is Back

I Said First Class Ticket To Hell

Where Them Riders Get Busy

In The County Jail

And When They Up In The Pen

They Execute Them Orders

And Buck All Them Lames

First Class Ticket To Hell

Gotta Get That Money

Off Of Street Drug Sales

And When They Up In The Lab

They Come Out With A Batch

That’ll D That Ass