Put the weed up - Conejo

You Already Know What It’s Like

When Motherfucker From West Side Harpys

Be On One

And You Know Me

I’m On That Psychopathic Shit

Shit I Got All Up In My Mind

Shit I Write Down

And I Thought I Come Out Here Tonight

And Share It With You

Havin' That I’m From The West Side

You From The West Side

We On The Same Page

You Dig

Put The Weed Up

The Flow Is G’d Up

And When Its Time To Get The Paper

C-O-N Got Re-Up

Take Flight

You Know I Kill On Sight

Ese Bounty On My Head

But I’m A Stay For The Fight

I Take Off

Like A Fighter Jet

And I Don’t Give A Fuck

I’ll Smoke All Your Vets

Hmmm

You Get Friendly With Cops

You Old Snitching Muthafuckers

I Get Vicious With Glocks

Ese Been On The Block

With The Chicos And Dukes

39 Tokers Town

Disappearing Them Fools

The Rag Is Blue

Ese I Thought You Knew

C-O-N Come Through

And You Catching The Blues

And I Could Name Several Streets

In The 213

Where You Would Shits Pants

Cause You A Punk Ass Flee

Young G

Muthafucker Smack Back

25cc's

Got The Town Under Siege

On It’s Fucken Knees

Took A Drag Off The Blunt

Homie Pass That Weed

Over Here

I’m In The Microphone Booth

Muthafucker Spit A Verse

That The Gangs Salute

U.S. Marshall And Swat

Ese All Up In The Spot

Trying To Get That Rock

The Batter ram

Caved In My Door

But I Was On The East

With A Flock Of Snow

Making Doe

You Know Them Streets Get Cold

I Got These Puerto Rican Hoes

Stripping For This Coke

The Homie Choked

Off The Chronic Bowl

52 Inch Plas

PS3 I Zoned

Ese No

And I Ain’t Gonna Fucken Stop

Ese I’m A Cook Glass

And Pump That Rock

Ain’t Nobody In The Game

That Could Take My Spot

Cause Even If They Tried

They Ass Get Shot

And I’m A Keep It G

For The 213

Ese Unmarked Cars

Trying To Follow Me

Someones Working

With The Fucken Feds

Who Could It Be

That Would Betray The Gang

Until Then Muthafuckers

I Ain’t Trusting Shit

Cause They Know We Got The Weapons

Used To Kill Them Pricks

They Wait Till 6

It Was A Hit And Miss

Cause I Fled In The Night

With My Gangster Bitch

Phone Taps

And The Area Maps

Knowing All The Spots

Were We Move That Crack

Made A Move To Soon

Cause All They Fucken Found

Was A Empty Ass Room

And I’m The Fugitive

That They Want So Bad

Bitch Ass Rappers Try Do It

It Don’t Work They Mad

Escalated

Out To Fucken Vegas

Before I’m On A Mission

Out To Smoke These Haters