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conejo - high grade lyrics

[intro]
let’s smoke

[verse 1]
i smuggle in my raps
in every side of my corners
they waitin’ for my orders
to bust them burners
i warn you
my shit is potent dog
big 9 in my pocket
thousand pounds is gone
i’m big g – r
vatos know the rest
ese a double b
scud missile your chest
war hopper
shook all them copers
test me & i’ll rock you
i’m a g flow dropper
conejo
the angel of death
te pego un levanton
take your -ss to the zone
naked city
late night in the city
you’re f-cking dead wrong
thinking we got a treaty
you wanna see me?
then put on your goggles
i shine so hard
i blind all of my rivals
homicidal
to the f-cking end
i’m talking armageddon
because we are condemned

[dialog]
listen i’m high grade type of m.c
yeah one of the greatest
that ever done it
fool i’m a champion
you know what i’m sayin?
even though sometimes
gots to tone it down
cuz i might lose you m-th-rf-ckers
but never the less
i’m here to defend whats ours
it’s like – it’s like
it’s like this..

[verse 2]
i’m a product
like meth & caine
that pure china white
that mary jane
so if haters wanna jack
don’t forget i’m the mack
i splurge with my strap
and put some holes in your back
ol’ girl
in the parking lot
wanna suck on my d-ck
cause the mixtape hot
it’s for the block
every single verse
i’m in a soundproof room
un-dispersing a curse
streets heard
that i put in some work
m-th-f-ckas think it’s bad
then it’s about to get worse
i’m from a hood
that’s much like yours
enemigas wanna ride
and kick down doors
that’s what the k for
and the israeli semi
ese hemi’s catch up
and sprayed the f-ck up the chevy
now we buried
in the cemetery
50k for the hit
on my adversary

[dialog]
hold up i said
i’m high grade type of m.c. homeboy
you know what i’m sayin?
my shit is after me
c-o-n
a prize winning m-th-f-cking pitbull
a title holder
i got nothing to prove
thats why i’m so serene on this one

[verse 3]
i fly
from l.a. to miami
white girls everywhere
shady deal in the alley
with the price
worth a ticket
depending on your state
man that’s the digit
you say you whit it?
break it down & whip it
fool them california boys
pull them m-16s
dead wishes
then we mash out
ese m-th-f-ckas know
what ce-o-ene about
getting money
my boy caught them thangs
homie straight from colombo
to his chi-town ring
i’m a rap kingpin
with them eagle wings
touch down wrong way
and unload them bricks
all in the mix
out to get what’s mine
like a m-th-f-cking primo
weed & c-ke combined
bottom line
i own the store
multiply 3 times
genocide or war

[outro]
high grade yeah..
check this out
un-exceeding, unexcelled & unsurp-ssed
that’s me
basically i’m dominating this right now
even though i got m-th-f-ckas
tryin’ to slow down my operations
don’t matter we active

- conejo lyrics

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