Album Name : City of Angels (Special Edition)
Release Date : 2005-03-29
Song Duration : 3:27
Conejo You Ain't The Homie No More
(Verse one)
You aint got enough bullets to see me bleed
you fire up the crowd then 3 miss me
you wanna diss my varrio homie think agaian
street life you get laced with lead
i cracked your ribs cause you wore a vest
your mind got blown
when you stepped in the zone Alcapone
ese was my mentor
so i check motherfuckers from the back to the center
conejo ese gang affiliated
vatos hesitated so they got decapitated
slapped like a bitch to make it clear
im that vato slamming gangs smokin primos in the rear
thats real, eternal tatto tears
im a bird of pray that hunts the fear
ese gotta go fast not slow
im a dead man walking when i take a stroll
(Chorus)
I remember you homie from back in the day
Switched sides with the law you walked I stayed
Now I'm out on the calles here to get my issue
I'ma catch you slippin and I'ma pistol wip you
I remember you homie from back in the day
When your ass turned snitch like a bitch you fled
Five years later back to settle the score
Automatic up your ass, you ain't the homie no more
[Verse Two]
You won't stand a chance against this west los ganga
enemigas break it down because they get no chansa
Damm homie, these vatos they don't know me
Let's ride baby boy cause I heard they're coming for me
Serio I get critical with mines
So I down motherfuckers to the day that I die
Tonite I said tonite is the night
I get busy with my strap bury bodies tonite
My shade is brown, Toxtli get down
I make three wishes, my first is a pound
The second a key, the third is ten g's
I buy weapons with my feria so I spray these fleas
Rest in piss what kind of war is this
Rattle snakes they hiss flying bullets never miss
Perro, it's gotta be like that
Your ass f..cked up you get robbed and stabbed.
(Chorus)
[Verse Three]
Heroin kicks in relieves the tension
Wicked women come in relieve the tension
These broads want coke so I call the connection
There's a price they gotta pay for the f..ckin attention
That's right homegirl ain't nada for free
It's not like you're my righteous or my wife to be
Your man's a punk I'm eternal I'm a rider
L.A. county jail to the joint I'm a southsider
(Chorus)