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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 ese Conejo de la calle vainte cinco del varrio mas chingon,ese que ay aqui (West Coast locos) In the wicked part of Los (West Coast) And if you don't believe me, just ask the enemigos ¿Que caen? al 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 there movida Shot calling in las calles, they breaking up gorsida 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 agle
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 pero 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 broads Homey burning like infernos on the serio Ese gotsta get this 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
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