Killer From The West
Twelve O'clock midnight, was the time that I arose
One thing on my mind, I wanted to get loco
On ah mision, is why you can't find me
I'm rolling with ah treno, ese me and my crimey
That's Shady, my perro, ese watch my back
Gonna get this feria, gonna break some backs
Cus that's the only way, that I knew
One more strike, I get caught and I'm through
Soy Conejo, tiny l o c o s
Hoover Park gangster, two eleven p h s
And something wicked, comes this way
As Veneno my carnal, ese crawls out his grave
With vengeance, and the look of ah killer
And the look in his eyes, like the devil in disguise
Vatos wanna run, and vatos wanna hide
Their dropping in the calles enemigas gotta die
This vatos wanna run, this vatos wanna hide
Dropping in the calles enemigas gotta die
Before I really knew it I was riding with the rest
My varrio on my back and my clica on my chest
The familia's ahuitada on the way that we turned out
I brung it on myself, it's not my jefa's fault
The dimensions that I enter, can't be explained
So all this lokera is the way that I maintain
The war in the calles, will never fucking cease
Now I steer the county homeboys that are now rest in peace
Conejo, Los Harpy's, loco yo cotrolo
I snatched that microphone, y yo me paro solo
Cus who I gotta fear, when my varrio got's my back
With ah erre full of carga, I'm feeling really smacked
I heard the gunshots, from blocks away
As we made it to the spot, where the homeboy laid
There was yellow tape ese around the scene
The homeboy got killed not again not ah dream
I felt the presence, of someone from the West
It's ah work of ah killer it's ah killer from the West
So let me assume, and let me decide
Who of my victims be the first one to die
Vatos wanna run, and vatos wanna hide
Dropping enemigas, enemigas gotta die
Vatos wanna run, and vatos wanna hide
Their dropping in the calles enemigas gotta die