Conejo — Back From the Dead

Текст песни: Back From the Dead

Back From The Dead Lyrics[Intro]
These rap industry bitches wanna talk like
I ain’t kept the muthafucking game in suspense homie
See what I’m saying
Check a muthafucker before you even try question my presence in these streets
West Los stand up

[Verse 1]
I'm here now, I know you heard what I said
Stay in step muthafucker cause I'm back from the dead
Homie feel this, this my brand new joint
I ran up in some cribs just to prove my point
Got my 38 snub, I'm on hood patrol
It's your boy G Rabbs legendary in los
They call me sensei cause I could show you techniques
I got a Glock 9 millies, serve dope to the streets
Killers meet dog, they pulled up in them rovers
Real heat holders only fucking with boulders
What it is though, dog you already know
Dark past grew up fast with the smuggle and coke
So I'm daring you bitches to try to fucking rob me
My voodoo witch doctors leave your ass like a zombie
Smoking chron b, the double Glock H gang
Ese catch me on the west side, took it back for the fans
[Chorus]
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Little homies running wild putting tats on their heads
I was exiled but now the rumors return
Gold chains, diamond rings, the opposition concerned
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Your bitches got ready, to give me some head
They some snakes though, I'm not a sucker man
I'm a fuck with your sluts and send them back to your ass

[Verse 2]
Cold albums for the streets is all I drop
Old timers from the block they call me mexican pac
Yes I stay with the vest I'm raw & uncensored
The gage under the mattress and the mac in the dresser
My methods major, L.A. stamp of approval
Your circulation card, ese gets no renewal
You wanna duel? then you must be a fool
Ese don't get it fucked up, I smokes any fool
And any fucking snitch that's just like him
I put your dome on the curve
And fucking stomp with timbs
World maker epidemic outbreakers
These traitors get domed from the tallest sky scrappers
Vatos faker then a bitches implants
Front page news they said I did that
I'm with that, I'm on this drug route
I escape out my grave while I'm flossing this clout
[Chorus]
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Little homies running wild putting tats on their heads
I was exiled but now the rumors return
Gold chains, diamond rings, the opposition concerned
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Your bitches got ready, to give me some head
They some snakes though, I'm not a sucker man
I'm a fuck with your sluts and send them back to your ass