[Verse 1: Conejo]
They say it's senseless, we push the murder rate
The criminologist point at the hispanic race
50 Caliber Magnums ese all in your face
Drink beers, smoke weed, up in the grimiest place
Battle scarred, I got thirty eight fragments
Ese low rent housings is where the fuck I been stranded
Survivor of the worst to come
At the Bellagio Hotel with your sister all sprung
Seven-five charcoal grey, homie, chevy caprice
Who the fuck wanna sleep when the murders don't seize
Not me, not Snipes or anyone in my gang
And them bitch ass detectives, can't dismantle the ave
On behalf of the L.A.C.
Eastside, westside and them SGVS
I know you hear me 'cause every varrio the same
But only certain few is out there moving them thangs
[Hook]
L.A. king, L.A. clipper ese huero will clip you
To thirty six Os and for sure I'ma flip you
Then whip you in to some homemade shit
That the dope fiends tremble when we stacking our grips
I once had a boss that was the man with a plan
A drug kingpin with every drug in his hand
The orders came down to snatch him up
I held the shit in my pockets 'cause my digits they drop
[Verse 2: Huero Snipes]
I'm all alone 'cause I'm sick, I run around with the freaks
Four-five on the hip bone, yeah, what it be
Just the other day, we rolled three cars deep, checking perimeter
Not giving a fuck about the minister
I stuck this muthafucka 'cause the feds can't hear it
The poison's in my blood, I'm trying to hold on to my spirit
And plus, I got lil' homies, acting all psychotic
Blowing all this heat, creeping low like a hydraulic
And just before I touch down in Barcelona
Enemiga died down up in Carmona
Wide eyed 'cause the paybacks coming
Gather up the cuetes 'cause the west ain't running
We stuck in this war zone, we killing 'cause we want to
Ask G-Rabbs how the devil just haunts you
Sitting on my rooftop, waiting for the anti-christ
I blew through the art of war, now, I'm on the L.A. times
[Hook]
L.A. king, L.A. clipper ese huero will clip you
To thirty six Os and for sure I'ma flip you
Then whip you in to some homemade shit
That the dope fiends tremble when we stacking our grips
I once had a boss that was the man with a plan
A drug kingpin with every drug in his hand
The orders came down to snatch him up
I held the shit in my pockets 'cause my digits they drop
[Verse 3: Conejo]
Then multiple wagons, got media attention
'Cause it was three rivals in the Mexican section
A few tensions, but it was drug related
A war between the racists, how the government played it
Racketeer influence, corrupt organization
Prop retaliation like a NATO invasion
Dirty wars, I'm in a airport stolen
I aim 3.80 in the cockpit smokin'
Indonesia, that'll give Amnesia
Forget where you are, it's like no one can see ya
Bodies rises 'cause the hood got extremists
Ese check the demographics 'cause they say we the deepest
The 1956, homie, Chevy Bel Air
Ese pulled up to the luxe and bystanders were staring
Since I departed un pinche narcocorrido
Muthafuckas know the drill, rest in peace to Chalino
[Hook]
L.A. king, L.A. clipper ese huero will clip you
To thirty six Os and for sure I'ma flip you
Then whip you in to some homemade shit
That the dope fiends tremble when we stacking our grips
I once had a boss that was the man with a plan
A drug kingpin with every drug in his hand
The orders came down to snatch him up
I held the shit in my pockets 'cause my digits they drop