City of Angels

歌詞

In the City of Angels Ain't no motherfucking joke Watch your back ese That's right I'll take your feria and your fucking puta (Gimme that bitch) That's the way it's going down Simon, simon ese, yo soy Conejo de la calle veinte cinco El valla mas chingones, este I aqui (West Coast locos) In the wicked part of Los (West Coast) And if you don't believe me, just ask the enemigos ¿Que calle? en el parque ese, looking for some shit Tryin to kill the homeboys from the Tiny Locos Clique Spraying on the snitches, cuz that's the way it goes They rattle up tecote, on everyone they know And now it's time to ride, and now it's time to die Nine automatics sitting on my side So let me just grab a couple extra clips Blast this vato, then scratch him off my list When others take revenge, while they make them movida Shot calling in las calles, they breaking up posida How you expect to fly when your wings got clipped How you expect to kill when you hold no steel Vatos know the real, all the blood gets spilled Bitches for the thrill, enemigas get the chills Talking about a place where there is no angle Choose your poison where there is no angel In the City of Angels there ain't no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there ain't no angels Puro vato loco Damn, another bang bang, killed your homeboy Now isn't it a shame, that's what my petho said And one of his jams, all bitches rattle but you didn't understand So I'm break it down, ese I'ma put it down Conejo rolled up, now it's looking like a ghost town Where you at? I thought you had control Fucking with the hache, loco now you gotsta go misunderstood Up in Hotel California with two wicked props Homey burning like infernos on the serio Ese gotsta get his issue, and walk away like nada And not even miss you, I don't trip I'll catch you on the rebound, I'll see you in the barrio And then we could get down, down and dirty That's the only way, I automade her body, with digital delay I waste no time, I get up and I go Cuz no one really knows what this broad could hold She could set me up ese, for the right price Depends on her addiction, the streets ain't nothing nice In the City of Angels there ain't no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there ain't no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there ain't no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there ain't no angels Puro vato loco Puro vato loco, that's right ese Check it out First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, that's where the gangas is First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, that's where the gangas is That's where the gangas at loco 25th and Hoover, Hillpoint Gang California My Way, Tiny Locos First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, that's where the gangas is First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, that's where the gangas is Watch your back when you come to my barrio Soy Conejo