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conejo – streetlife lyrics

[intro]
tokes, what’s homie?
whats up og rabbs?
these m+th+f+ckas ain’t knowing about that street life
well its time to let these fools know dog
it’s coming from some real ogs, believe that
get these m+th+f+ckers dog
don’t trip g
handle your business homie
let me mash on these fools

[verse 1: conejo]
fools died for this work, when rabbs is home
yup, ese rabbs is home
he’ll stick you for the peeps, been rob connects
i flatline rappers with the f+cking tec
that’s all i’m gonna say
then i’m a hit em with this
collect rap checks in this f+cking biz
on the low though
cause my hands get dirty
on the east side with tokes
receiving them birdies, y’all heard me
ese you know you did
if you seen the sh+t i seen
then life’s a bad dream
them da judges, they know my crew
the baby blue crew got sprayed with the uz
it made the news
they say i’m raised in h+ll
at the crack house serving to the clientele
they trying to fade
but got no warrants for raids
that’s until i pop the toaster
and a witness get slain
[chorus]
it’s called street life
and it can take your life
this how it be
when you getting them stripes
they try to block em
they try to stop em
til that four+five mag
homie come out and drop em
it’s called street life
and set up shop in your veins
the chain get lit and it puff for days
you know the time
i decipher these crimes
in some blue chuck taylor’s
creeping out g5

[verse 2: toker]
la most wanted and we ain’t giving a f+ck
f+ck the judge, f+ck the da and the punk ass cops
we going out gunnin’ when it come our way
and we’ll be known forever just like f+cking scarface
i’m keeping it gangster cause that’s who the f+ck we are
you gotta be a g if you wanna roll in this f+cking car
been there done that, second strike gang banger
known for beating up the p+ssy
and i’m the block dope slanger
i got a criminal record
speaking up for mines
from juvenile hall all the way up to the big time
and still ain’t stopping
keep my pistola steady popping
lowriders hopping and enemigas keep dropping
wants some, get some
if you think you can hang
step up, try your luck
see who comes out the better man
this sh+t don’t stop
i stay banging on the block
and i’m throwing it up 24+7 non+stop
[chorus]
it’s called street life
and it can take your life
this how it be
when you getting them stripes
they try to block em
they try to stop em
til that four+five mag
homie come out and drop em
it’s called street life
and set up shop in your veins
the chain get lit and it puff for days
you know the time
i decipher these crimes
in some blue chuck taylor’s
creeping out g5

[verse 3: toker]
street life ese, living life on the f+cking streets
tokes and conejo getting ready to creep
and get our m+th+f+cking bang on til the casket drop
enemigas better run cause we’re banging on your block
and we’re k!lling any m+th+f+cker in our way
that’s the gang banging law in the streets of la
tokes, conejo, east side, west side homie
getting our bang on, living that f+cking street life
[verse 4: conejo]
i’m a felony case, 30 shots of it takes
m+th+f+ckas wanna bang
i’m a set the pace
we two ogs, holding them keys
rap game is a tier
we brownside g’s
i’m scarface two
el cara cortada
ese la’s most wanted
we spray you with balas
in supersport impalas
the calles consume me
it’s like a civil war between the shia and sunni

[chorus]
it’s called street life
and it can take your life
this how it be
when you getting them stripes
they try to block em
they try to stop em
til that four+five mag
homie come out and drop em
it’s called street life
and set up shop in your veins
the chain get lit and it puff for days
you know the time
i decipher these crimes
in some blue chuck taylor’s
creeping out g5

[bridge: toker]
street life ese
i get my f+cking bang on
i stay trippin’, steady creepin’
catch you slippin’ then it’s on
street life ese
i get my f+cking bang on
i stay trippin’, steady creepin’
catch you slippin’ then it’s on

[outro]

- conejo lyrics

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