Conejo Money Power Respect Lyrics

A narcotic offender
thats gone awol
a parolee at large
thats corrupted em all
the pigs build a case
but they get no where
cause they raided all the spots
and i wasnt there
f___ a celluar phone
cause i dont trust no b____
so i stay on the look out
for them so called friends
they smile in my face
then turn on me
them f___en backstabbers
wanna plot against me
thats why i roll with my gang
you know what i bang
ese born and raised
25th st made
hooverpark
is where i keep the sweeper
ese big g rabbs
im the west side reaper
and my enemys relate
cause they been my victims
of my gun collection
never once i missed em
straight domed em
i left a hole in they skull
thats my trademark kill
i put in work in the zone
i play it smart
dont want no tail from the feds
cause we up town recieveing
a couple of them things
stay focused
on the rolls of cash
see a undercover agent
pop open the stash
inhale
you no that purple bomb
that california s___
that got the streets on one
so f___ clubbing
im in the hood patrolling
drug trafficking
dope spots we holding
top of the food chain
cant take me down
ese enter my world
and get your brains blown out
its un-official
but this the butcher shop
contracts hits
caravan you out
to the valley of the fallen
thats who i am
if you aint one of us
we just wack your a__
cause the gangs made war
through out my journey
but i still made bail
high powered attoney
a vato got greedy
tried to robb the boss
he thought he was weak
and that he take the loss
you lost
your mistake was to floss
even took the bosses b____
from one of his spots
they went from vegas
to atlantic city
but the plan was in motion
to show no pitty
the king of the city
on his throne so patient
waiting for call
to get exact locations
phone rang
she at victoria secrets
she was getting ready
for a s___ty a__ weekend
she started tweeking
when she taught she saw me
once at the mall
and twice at the swapmeet
i caught em f___ing
he was all in that a__
and over on the table seen
seen some o's of glass
i smoked her on the spot
and i tortured the jacker
got the cash back
so i stepped up and wacked em
i stack em
in my f___en safe
on some prehistoric s___
im a call it my cave
its like a rave
you hear the drum and bass
6 e - pills
take a look at this face
its the face
on the wanted poster
you got a pocket full of dimes
snitch meet my toaster
left coaster
bomb chronic smoker
vatos waiting for the s___
im a drop with toker
from brownside
dont trip its coming
homie did some time
and c - loco been running
it aint nothing
to wack one of you lames
but i rather kill you slow
f___ with your brain
man
i got the world in my hands
i roll up to the party
i aint trying to dance
heard the task force
was around the corner
getting ready for a raid
3 strikes and its over!!