Conejo - Real O.G. | Текст песни

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• Conejo
• Real O.G.

i drove up
and everyone was dead
i pose a ominus threat
ill put your ass in check
distorted
i want the federal reserve
revelations : 13
second beast emerged
amazon coke labs
on a daily basis
ship fucken birds
to the ghetto oasis
thee only traces
is them dopefiend faces
behind fucken bars
cause they catching them cases
i ensoul muthafuckers
when the soft get hard
i conduct the rock
like a share of stock
eradicate em
if they set up shop
to close to the spot
were the dubbs get bought
knock knock homie
its another cluck
3 gold rope chains
break em off a chunk
you know whats up
we showed up in them navys
t-k-s was balling
a caravan of denali's

hook / chorus 8 bars

im a real o.g.
im from the 213
im from the l.a.c.
im a real o.g.

verse two 16 bars

you aint a made man
why you acting like one
fuck your get along gang
on the streets we bang
its just harpys
and i dont need no aid
you muthafuckers sound lame
you about to get sprayed
you lil bitches
all joined together
ese fuck your mix
it wont make no cheddar
bodies found
cause i bagged them suckers
the boss of bosses
cause a fucken rukus
just like old times
its 211 on mines
enemys on there block
throwing up gang signs
so we jump out
and dump several times
tommorow hear about it
on channel 9
so many died that night
with my face on there mind
the barrel of a 9
16 go inside
they wonder why
they fell asleep in the ride
you could run all you want
but when its time its time

hook / chorus 8 bars

im a real o.g.
im from the 213
im from the l.a.c.
im a real o.g.

verse three 16 bars

some ones been murdered
and they blaimed it on me
but i dont give a fuck
its still two five street
i lost trust dog
in a few i know
now everywhere i go
i fucken lay real low
just in case homie
the fucken rumors are true
they put a price on my head
im a take em to school
you feel me
you the victim here
give me space muthafucker
or your cap get peeled
ese criminal approach
criminal get slaughtered
ese big c-o-n
smoke all hi power
i devour
a fucken bird in a hour
a 50 desert e
im a tower of power
i enter the cypher
burner tucked at my waist
u.s.marshalls was crawling
all over the place
strap flexed
get the fuck off the deck
before you and your crew
start eating this lead

hook / chorus 8 bars

im a real o.g.
im from the 213
im from the l.a.c.
im a real o.g.