Album Name : Angel of Death
Release Date : 2005-03-29
Song Duration : 4:26
Conejo We Riding Low
Los Angeles, 2 1 3 2 11
Conejo Venom and Bugzy
That's West Side Tattoo Ink
We riding low
Homie I'm bouncing through Los up and down
Yes that's Bugzy on 3 rolling through the town
Holding it down, cuetes all I'm holding up
Passing through drinking ah hundred brew homie wazz
up
This broad, real close with ah big ass butt
Front and back of his low low I live that up
Stay high off that sticky green ese, liquored up
And tripping how this be dropping you know I'm gonna
f..ck
Hu, I switch it up just like all my dawgs
I trust all my gun run we ain't f..cking with ya'll
I stay high and slow
Kush button stash hold the glock over pieces that
beat survival
It's alright, we still gonna party all night
Till the sun showing delay out with morban drum move
Loud pipes who got it locked down typer mode
This vatos by my way so let your ass show
We riding low homie, we riding low
That's how we do everyday got no love for this hoe's
We riding low homie, we riding low
You know don't play keep on hustling stay 'bout that
money
I was cruising down the street with the 45
I was high ass f..ck, so I stopped at the liquor
store
Indi naughty's ah couple homies rolled up
They was fresh out the pen and said Conjeo what's up
Tu savez homie, aqui para la hache
And this hating ass vatos on the serio better watch
it
But for now, I'ma get this chips
And show this other foo's who be running this shit
Tattoo Ink man, all the bitches be feinind
Calling out your name when I'm f..cking they
screaming
Must be dreaming, the way she drinking the seamen
Possessed by the X and the dick that I'm giving
She called me Venom, so I checked that hoe
She called me Spanky, so I spanked that hoe
Said look here bitch, let's keep it simple and plain
Just what you say and don't expose the game
We riding low homie, we riding low
That's how we do everyday got no love for this hoe's
We riding low homie, we riding low
You know don't play keep on hustling stay 'bout that
money
I'm in cock needle, like ah dope feins needle
Homie tracks made of steel I'm ah Harpy's eagle
And I ain't got no mercy for this weak ass lames
I'm addicted to the gangsters you can feel the
flames
Ah place where paroles start shooting at pigs
Then walk into ah bank and withdraw your things
Ese vatos get the straps, at ah whole sale price
And gun fire starters in from day to night
Who gangster, in the muthufucker when we roll
Who talking about my hoe, who the game don't stop
Haters do the one hating on it when ah vatos
spitting it right
32 zones, or should I say 2 pounds for the scasso
We could get our smoke on it's ah stray West Coast
Childs Cali Bugzy connection when bullets low riding
West Los
We riding low homie, we riding low
That's how we do everyday got no love for this hoe's
We riding low homie, we riding low
You know don't play keep on hustling stay 'bout that
money
That's right, Bandit and Spanks
Go and get the truck so we could get the f..ck out of
here and get back to the West
It's Tattoo Ink, you know where the f..ck we from
Tattoo Ink