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Correct You Ain't The Homie No More Lyrics
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Correct You Ain't The Homie No More
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Verse one) You aint got enuff bullets To see me bleed You fire up the crowd Down three miss me You wanna this my barrio Homie think again Streetlife You get laced with lead I carcked your ribs Cause you wore a vest Your mind got blown When you stepped in zone Alcapone Ese was my mentor So I check muthafuckers From the back to center Conejo Ese gang affiliated Vatos hesitated So they got decapitated Slapped like a bitch To make it clear I'm that vato slamming carga Smoking primos in the rear That's real Eternal tattoo tears I'm a bird of prey That hunts on fear Ese gotta go Fast not slow I'm a dead man walking When I take a Stroll. (hook/Chorus) (verse two) You wont stand a chance Against this west los ganga Enemigas break it down Because they get no chansa Dam homie These vatos they don't know me Lets ride baby boy Cause I heard there coming for me Serio I get critical with mines So I down muthafuckers To the day that I die Tonite I said tonite is the night I get busy with my strap Bury bodys tonite My shade is brown Toxtli get down I make three wishes My first is a pound The second a key The third is ten g's I buy weapons with my feria So I spray these flees Rest in piss What kind of war is this Rattle snakes they hiss Flying bullets never miss Pero It's gotta be like that Your ass fucked up You get robbed and stabbed. (hook/chorus) (verse three) Heroin kicks in Releaves the tension Wicked women come in Releave the tension These broads want coke So I call the connection There's a price they gotta pay For the fucken attention That's right homegril Aint nada for free It's not like your my righteous Or my wife to be Your mans a punk I'm eternal I'm a rider L. A. County jail to the joint I'm a southsider. (hook/chorus) I remember you homie From back in the day Switched sides with the law You walked I stayed Now I'm out on the calles Here to get my issue I'm a catch you slippin And I'm a pistal wip you I remember you homie From back in the day When your ass turned snitch Like a bitch you fled Five years later Back to settle the score Automatic up your ass You aint the homie no more. Written by: conejo on the 91 fwy Recorded and produced by: odm of lighter shade of brown At the brown royal studio. Corona, ca Mixed by: anne catalino at paramount studios. Hollywood, ca Mastered By: mark reagan at D. A. S. Sherman oaks, ca
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