Lyrics For Conejo's "Let's Go Rhyme For Rhyme" Song From His "Fallen Angel" Album.
Intro:
Check 1-2
Check 1-2 Homie
We Got Conejo Up In This Canton
That's Right Homie
That's The Way It's Going Down Perro
Check It Out
Right About Now
I'ma Start Snuffing Vatos On The Spot
See These Vatos Going Around Town Talking About
Conejo Ain't Worthy Of Holding A Microphone
Ah You Fucked Up Perro
Serio, I'm Coming To Get You
You & Your Whole Motherfucking Clicka
Knock You Out The Box
Verse 1:
Let's Go Rhyme For Rhyme
What You Got?
I Got A Sixteen Bar Bullet
That'll Knock You Out The Box
Got Beef?
You Cell Soldier
I Took The Money Off Your Books
And Mentally I Broke You
Caught In The Chain
To A Big Yard
Ese Waiting For My Clavo
Ese Waiting For My Bone Yard
Gotta Get That
Make Some Feria
Got The Homies On The Tira
Homie Slanging This Loquera
Care Package
That Was Filled To The Rim
I Got A Bitch Out There
That's Good For Hustle & Sin
Checking In
Saying "Baby What You Need?"
I Know This Baller Just Paroled
I Wantcha To Fuck Him For His Green
Then Shoot It
Money Order & Some Flicks
Get A Close Up Shot
Of The Nipples & The Clit
I Like Em’ Slutty
So Keep Your Lady In The Safe
Cuz If She Wanna Skeez
Second Time I Won't Waste
Program That
So I Can Bring It
It's In My Nature
So I Ain't Gotta Think It
I'm a Sink It
Like A Battleship
I'm a Gank For The Bank
Like An Old School Convict
I Stay Loyal To The Code
While You Start Dry Snitching
I Cook Dope For The Fiends
In Casper's Kitchen
Got Some High Tech Inmates
In My Car
Gate Money In Hand
Bullet Wounds & Scars
No More Weight House
It's All About Calisthenics
Got A Kite From The Calles
Certain Vatos Gotta Get It
Broke Him Off
But He Won't P.C. Up
He's A Lifer With A Jacket
He Was Down As Fuck
It's Like Damn Doggie
Aren't We All
Locked Down In A Cell
Thinking Of Ways To Ball
On Call
Torpedo With A Gun
I Was Waiting At The Gate
Cuz You Know I'm On One
I'm Bad News
I'll Beat The Shit Out Your Ass
With Ten Camaradas
Selling Coca & Grass
You Ain't Got No Status
So How You Wanna Ball?
I'm A Jail-House Lawyer
And I Tax Them All
Disrupt My Business
And You're At My Disposal
Got Priors
Put In Work I'm A Rider
Get Your Cap Peeled
You're A Witness In A Case
You Get A Greenlight
You're A Target For Death
Big Homies Slanging Ink
You Get Tatted For Life
Put Your Varrio On Your Chest
You Get Married To Crime
Do Your Time
Up In Gladiator School
I Got My Cora
Up In Elementary School
So If A Tear Comes Down
The Side Of My Face
Then You Know I'm About To Murder
Ese Up In This Place
La Esquina
For All Times Carnal
Anybody Backstab Me
Snuff 'Em Out Carnal
Outro:
Check It Out
I Got My Homeboy China White
That's Right
I Got My Perro Bandit
What You Vatos Wanna Do
And Like I Said Before
Let's Go Rhyme For Rhyme Ese
What You Got?
Intro:
Check 1-2
Check 1-2 Homie
We Got Conejo Up In This Canton
That's Right Homie
That's The Way It's Going Down Perro
Check It Out
Right About Now
I'ma Start Snuffing Vatos On The Spot
See These Vatos Going Around Town Talking About
Conejo Ain't Worthy Of Holding A Microphone
Ah You Fucked Up Perro
Serio, I'm Coming To Get You
You & Your Whole Motherfucking Clicka
Knock You Out The Box
Verse 1:
Let's Go Rhyme For Rhyme
What You Got?
I Got A Sixteen Bar Bullet
That'll Knock You Out The Box
Got Beef?
You Cell Soldier
I Took The Money Off Your Books
And Mentally I Broke You
Caught In The Chain
To A Big Yard
Ese Waiting For My Clavo
Ese Waiting For My Bone Yard
Gotta Get That
Make Some Feria
Got The Homies On The Tira
Homie Slanging This Loquera
Care Package
That Was Filled To The Rim
I Got A Bitch Out There
That's Good For Hustle & Sin
Checking In
Saying "Baby What You Need?"
I Know This Baller Just Paroled
I Wantcha To Fuck Him For His Green
Then Shoot It
Money Order & Some Flicks
Get A Close Up Shot
Of The Nipples & The Clit
I Like Em’ Slutty
So Keep Your Lady In The Safe
Cuz If She Wanna Skeez
Second Time I Won't Waste
Program That
So I Can Bring It
It's In My Nature
So I Ain't Gotta Think It
I'm a Sink It
Like A Battleship
I'm a Gank For The Bank
Like An Old School Convict
I Stay Loyal To The Code
While You Start Dry Snitching
I Cook Dope For The Fiends
In Casper's Kitchen
Got Some High Tech Inmates
In My Car
Gate Money In Hand
Bullet Wounds & Scars
No More Weight House
It's All About Calisthenics
Got A Kite From The Calles
Certain Vatos Gotta Get It
Broke Him Off
But He Won't P.C. Up
He's A Lifer With A Jacket
He Was Down As Fuck
It's Like Damn Doggie
Aren't We All
Locked Down In A Cell
Thinking Of Ways To Ball
On Call
Torpedo With A Gun
I Was Waiting At The Gate
Cuz You Know I'm On One
I'm Bad News
I'll Beat The Shit Out Your Ass
With Ten Camaradas
Selling Coca & Grass
You Ain't Got No Status
So How You Wanna Ball?
I'm A Jail-House Lawyer
And I Tax Them All
Disrupt My Business
And You're At My Disposal
Got Priors
Put In Work I'm A Rider
Get Your Cap Peeled
You're A Witness In A Case
You Get A Greenlight
You're A Target For Death
Big Homies Slanging Ink
You Get Tatted For Life
Put Your Varrio On Your Chest
You Get Married To Crime
Do Your Time
Up In Gladiator School
I Got My Cora
Up In Elementary School
So If A Tear Comes Down
The Side Of My Face
Then You Know I'm About To Murder
Ese Up In This Place
La Esquina
For All Times Carnal
Anybody Backstab Me
Snuff 'Em Out Carnal
Outro:
Check It Out
I Got My Homeboy China White
That's Right
I Got My Perro Bandit
What You Vatos Wanna Do
And Like I Said Before
Let's Go Rhyme For Rhyme Ese
What You Got?
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