Let`s Ride

[Trisha Takasuki]<br>Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members<br>of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit<br>The goal behind the law suit is to take neighborhood<br>that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang<br><br>[James Hahn]<br>This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from<br>operating in public and gathering in groups and intimidating<br><br>[Trisha Takasuki]<br>In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News<br><br>[Conejo]<br>What`s up hitchbacks<br>Venom, Bugsy, Ese Bandit<br>Soy Conejo<br>You vatos ready to ride<br>Where`s all my motherfucking killers at<br>That`s right, that`s the way it`s going down<br>Vatos better watch your back<br>Check it out<br><br>I wore a glass house to the weed spot<br>To pick me up a sack so I could smoke to the head<br>While Box got a beat at the studio that`s cracking<br>I get at this hunny making money from dancing<br>Call me up when you`re off, I`ll be laying a verse<br>It`s all about the feria so first thing`s first<br>I get up in the booth and I handle mines<br>I`m semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme<br>And what that means is that Conejo no joke<br>I let the pistol barrel smoke then I take me a toke<br>I get blown, call shots in the zone<br>Where vatos play for keeps simulating Al Capone<br>Hit a switch and if anyone trip<br>See the burban right behind me, it got plenty of clips<br>Don`t slip, I`m here to catch ya<br>Right between the eyes, bye bye I`ma blast ya<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Let`s ride till we lay them down<br>Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side<br>Let`s ride till we lay them down<br>Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time<br>Let`s ride in a `63 Chevy<br>Ese vatos breaking down but I hold mine steady<br>Let`s ride in a `49 bomb<br>I don`t wanna be right if the barrio`s wrong<br><br>Let`s ride to see the writting on the wall<br>Big ass blocks about fifty feet tall<br>Shaded in, don`t know where to begin<br>Just know I`m in the calles trading sin for sin<br>Let me in, I`ll tell you once that`s all<br>Then I`m kicking in the door with my gauge sawed off<br>Gun point, I said she`s coming with me<br>Get your things babygirl then jump in the Chevy<br>I got beats that`ll make you got and drop some pills<br>And I don`t think you wanna cross me with your dope fiend skills<br>Camaradas from all over ese got my back<br>Break bread with the calles while these others get taxed<br>They collapse because I`m heavy in weight<br>I`m fresh out the joint, calisthenics, no weights<br>Back up, cuz I ain`t got no friends<br>Just twenty five riders in the streets, Dead End<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Vatos hold it down with the shanks and rounds<br>Tattoo Ink tearing up the town<br>Then back to the park where the gangsters hang out<br>Caravaning through the barrio, outsiders get ran up<br>Say what, there`s a high risk factor<br>Impala `65, let`s go jack these rappers<br>Snappers is what these broads be saying<br>Cuz vatos from the area ese don`t be playing<br>We be serving every night, get your plate don`t wait<br>Got the big cooking rocks on the block that`s hot<br>Come on dog let`s go get this cash<br>And rob the connection, gotta be quick to blast<br>To my perros locked down doing time in the pen<br>Consider this a kite, I`ll get at you tonight<br>And to my faction, all the fallen soldados<br>I came to put it down ese for all you vatos<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Let`s ride<br>Let`s ride homies<br>Let`s handle our business<br>Let`s ride<br>Vatos don`t want none ese<br>That`s right<br>I wanna say what`s up to my homeboy Torrance<br>Let`s ride<br>San Quintan death row<br>We ain`t forgot about you<br>Let`s ride<br>All the fallen soldados<br>Conejo from the City of Angels<br>I don`t wanna be right if the barrio`s wrong<br>Let`s ride<br>And I`m out