Lyrics: Conejo - Bust My Steal

Lyrics For Conejo's "Bust My Steal" Song Featuring Bigg Bandit On The Talkbox From His "Devil's Playground" Album.



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 Fucking 7 Eleven Motherfucker Homie
You Know I'm A Bust My Motherfucking Steal
Smoke Em
Fuck That Punk

Verse 1:
I Said I Roll G's
Hardcore Muthafuckers (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 Harassing
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 Fucken Strap
In Front Of M & H
With That Wild Bunch Gang (Maniac R.I.P.)
Muthafuckers 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 Killed
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 Fuck Parole
I Discharge On My Own
Ese Back In The Zone
Ese Parolee At Large
Plus They Wanna Fucken 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 Fucken 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 Killers
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 Killed
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 Fucken Splatter Your Brains
It Get No Better Than This
I'm A Gangster Hoodlum
I'm Your Worst Nightmare
Fucken Robb Em And Shoot Em
Pump Fear Into The Streets
And Then In You
Act Stupid Muthafucker
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 Bitch
Ese Hollywood Actor
Slash Fucken 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 Fuck 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 Killed
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 Killed
You Know The Streets Are Real
You Know The Streets Are Real
Nightmares