Lyrics For Conejo's "Streets Cold" Song Featuring Frank V (Of Proper Dos) From His "Angel Of Death" Album.
Intro:
(King Of New York Movie Scene)
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
Verse 1:
Fuck That
Homie Get The Gat
Enemies Wanna Creep (Punk Ass Creeper 13)
I Lay Em Flat On There Back
Fuck That
I Ain't The One To Get Jacked (I'm The One Doing The Jacking)
I'm The One That Spit It Real
Cook Glass In The Shack
And Move That (Oz's 8 Balls 16's)
Multiplying Them Stacks
I'm A Up Hold The Fort (Varrio Harpys)
And Never Let It Collapse
These Hoodrats
All You Bitches Get Slapped
I Was Hearing Some Talk
About The Fool That Got Wacked
Ese Naw ( You Got Me Fucked Up )
I Ain't With The Bullshit
With The Homies In The Back
Ese Hitting The Chronic
And I Doubt It
It Get Stronger Than This
Ese 99%
Fucken Bullets Don't Miss
Dis-Missed
You In The Presence
Of A Harpy Gang Member (Dead End Tiny Loco)
I Just Thought I Would Mention
It's A Diss
And You Can Rest In Piss
Can't Fuck With Some G's
That Ain't Giving A Shit (Ya Se La Saben)
Chorus:
The Streets Cold
They So Cold You Fold
Unnecessary Statements
Topics UnTold
They Pick Out A Line Up
Said That's The One
But What They Gonna Prove
With The Witness Gone
The Streets Cold
With Out A Weather Report
The Meth Laboratory
Blow The Roof Off Out Your Home
Get Domed
Before You Pick Up That Phone
Conniving Ass Traitor
Got Deceit In His Tone
Frank V (Verse 2):
I Walk Around
Like I Lost It
Through The Cold Streets
Where Weak Vatos Get Frost Bit
13 Below
Everybody Know
It's Cold In Southern Califas
But There Ain't No Snow
Every Man For Him Self
Vatos Out For The Take
And These Evil Ass Hynas
Cold Blooded Like Snakes
But A Vato Still Standing
I Just Kept To Myself
And Only Heated Em Up
When They Stepped To My Wealth
Then I Got Snatched Up
While I Was Doing My Thing
Pigs Put Me On Stage
But Couldn't Make Me Sing
And In The Concrete Jungle
I Remained A Survivor
And I Carried Myself
Like A Mainline Rider
All In The Mix
Up To My Neck In Trouble
But When I Hit The Bricks
My Respect Was Doubled
Hooked Up With Conejo
The Crime Spree Began
Through The Calles Of Los
Pistolas Close At Hand
Chorus:
The Streets Cold
They So Cold You Fold
Unnecessary Statements
Topics UnTold
They Pick Out A Line Up
Said That's The One
But What They Gonna Prove
With The Witness Gone
The Streets Cold
With Out A Weather Report
The Meth Laboratory
Blow The Roof Off Out Your Home
Get Domed
Before You Pick Up That Phone
Conniving Ass Traitor
Got Deceit In His Tone
Verse 3:
I Can't Write A Rime
With Out Killing Some Shit
Some Gangster Shit
Some Intelligent Shit
Cause Skills I Got Em
And Guns I Got Em
And You Ain't Gotta Ask
If Rabbit Ever Shot Em (All You Rookies Get Smoked)
Cause Blauwww
You In The Danger Zone
Ese Me G Looney
Hooverpark Capone
Let Alone
All The Bitches We Cracked
Ese Methamphetamines
Black Tar And Some Crack (Store Is Open)
I Said I Can't Write A Rime
With Out Using The F Word
Hooked It Up From Scratch (A Batch Of Ice)
And To The Curb We Serve
What's The Word
That I'm A Species Of Bird (Harpiano)
G Fucking With The Dragon
Muthafuckers Get Burned
What It's Like
In The Place I Come From
Shootings In My Town
Cause L.A. Is On One
Twisted (Savage Murder)
Is How Your Body Get Found
No Money No Gold
Just The Streets So Cold
Chorus:
The Streets Cold
They So Cold You Fold
Unnecessary Statements
Topics UnTold
They Pick Out A Line Up
Said That's The One
But What They Gonna Prove
With The Witness Gone
The Streets Cold
With Out A Weather Report
The Meth Laboratory
Blow The Roof Off Out Your Home
Get Domed
Before You Pick Up That Phone
Conniving Ass Traitor
Got Deceit In His Tone
Outro:
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
Intro:
(King Of New York Movie Scene)
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
Verse 1:
Fuck That
Homie Get The Gat
Enemies Wanna Creep (Punk Ass Creeper 13)
I Lay Em Flat On There Back
Fuck That
I Ain't The One To Get Jacked (I'm The One Doing The Jacking)
I'm The One That Spit It Real
Cook Glass In The Shack
And Move That (Oz's 8 Balls 16's)
Multiplying Them Stacks
I'm A Up Hold The Fort (Varrio Harpys)
And Never Let It Collapse
These Hoodrats
All You Bitches Get Slapped
I Was Hearing Some Talk
About The Fool That Got Wacked
Ese Naw ( You Got Me Fucked Up )
I Ain't With The Bullshit
With The Homies In The Back
Ese Hitting The Chronic
And I Doubt It
It Get Stronger Than This
Ese 99%
Fucken Bullets Don't Miss
Dis-Missed
You In The Presence
Of A Harpy Gang Member (Dead End Tiny Loco)
I Just Thought I Would Mention
It's A Diss
And You Can Rest In Piss
Can't Fuck With Some G's
That Ain't Giving A Shit (Ya Se La Saben)
Chorus:
The Streets Cold
They So Cold You Fold
Unnecessary Statements
Topics UnTold
They Pick Out A Line Up
Said That's The One
But What They Gonna Prove
With The Witness Gone
The Streets Cold
With Out A Weather Report
The Meth Laboratory
Blow The Roof Off Out Your Home
Get Domed
Before You Pick Up That Phone
Conniving Ass Traitor
Got Deceit In His Tone
Frank V (Verse 2):
I Walk Around
Like I Lost It
Through The Cold Streets
Where Weak Vatos Get Frost Bit
13 Below
Everybody Know
It's Cold In Southern Califas
But There Ain't No Snow
Every Man For Him Self
Vatos Out For The Take
And These Evil Ass Hynas
Cold Blooded Like Snakes
But A Vato Still Standing
I Just Kept To Myself
And Only Heated Em Up
When They Stepped To My Wealth
Then I Got Snatched Up
While I Was Doing My Thing
Pigs Put Me On Stage
But Couldn't Make Me Sing
And In The Concrete Jungle
I Remained A Survivor
And I Carried Myself
Like A Mainline Rider
All In The Mix
Up To My Neck In Trouble
But When I Hit The Bricks
My Respect Was Doubled
Hooked Up With Conejo
The Crime Spree Began
Through The Calles Of Los
Pistolas Close At Hand
Chorus:
The Streets Cold
They So Cold You Fold
Unnecessary Statements
Topics UnTold
They Pick Out A Line Up
Said That's The One
But What They Gonna Prove
With The Witness Gone
The Streets Cold
With Out A Weather Report
The Meth Laboratory
Blow The Roof Off Out Your Home
Get Domed
Before You Pick Up That Phone
Conniving Ass Traitor
Got Deceit In His Tone
Verse 3:
I Can't Write A Rime
With Out Killing Some Shit
Some Gangster Shit
Some Intelligent Shit
Cause Skills I Got Em
And Guns I Got Em
And You Ain't Gotta Ask
If Rabbit Ever Shot Em (All You Rookies Get Smoked)
Cause Blauwww
You In The Danger Zone
Ese Me G Looney
Hooverpark Capone
Let Alone
All The Bitches We Cracked
Ese Methamphetamines
Black Tar And Some Crack (Store Is Open)
I Said I Can't Write A Rime
With Out Using The F Word
Hooked It Up From Scratch (A Batch Of Ice)
And To The Curb We Serve
What's The Word
That I'm A Species Of Bird (Harpiano)
G Fucking With The Dragon
Muthafuckers Get Burned
What It's Like
In The Place I Come From
Shootings In My Town
Cause L.A. Is On One
Twisted (Savage Murder)
Is How Your Body Get Found
No Money No Gold
Just The Streets So Cold
Chorus:
The Streets Cold
They So Cold You Fold
Unnecessary Statements
Topics UnTold
They Pick Out A Line Up
Said That's The One
But What They Gonna Prove
With The Witness Gone
The Streets Cold
With Out A Weather Report
The Meth Laboratory
Blow The Roof Off Out Your Home
Get Domed
Before You Pick Up That Phone
Conniving Ass Traitor
Got Deceit In His Tone
Outro:
Crystal Ice
Crystal Ice
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