All My Friendsによるコード
Conejo
Conejo

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キー: G# minor
Verse 1
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All my friends
You damn right I'ma stay making moves
But you know I have to bring my
dogs along for the ride
Cause that's how I roll
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Know what I'm saying?
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Check it, we got Ben
Amy Joker, my needle
From this end it's the king of music
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Ustedes ya me conocen a mi
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Sean Winnie, scheme ass boy
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Motherfucker watch me
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This is Dangerous Ramblin'
Here I'm cookin' nights
Unrelentless motherfucker in the flow,
be nice
Es un juego de tronos, I pick my target
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That's him right there,
he's A1 in the market
Chale, I verify the data
I jump out with the cuerno,
make his body go scatter
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What's the matter?
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I thought you ready for this
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T -Locos from the block,
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it's with me in the mix
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They call me C -Mack11, Mack11 the boss
A C -Rap villain with a profit or loss
Don't crush me,
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he te mando el infierno
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All I do is go hard,
give a fuck about rainbow
The scenario, it's always the same
Crack house, can't got time to relocate
Then re -estate,
the fuckin' product again
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See Rocas in the building,
bout to kill it again
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That's right, man I smoke the mic
like a fuckin' cigarette
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Homie spread the word,
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felony case, cold running shit
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Venom, let these ratos
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know what's on your mind
My Kodak memory is shit
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Let me reverse, rewind, and push play
So grab your guns
A blue spray can
And hit up the barrio like
We developing negatives
of my young guns
First came the pura, then came the fun
Tracks made of steel for the homies
RIP
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Hard to let go the beef with enemies
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But we all grown up
criminalized with codes
Where you from, where you at 213,
area code, la neta
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This be the life I chose
when I'm around you, though
Is it a threat I pose?
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Suppose I went back in time
Should've known better
than to let it ride
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Throwing up the ac tion
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while I'm getting high
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In LA with my perros, I wanna die
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Picturing a hyena mourning by my side
Crying tattooed tears while she
says goodbye
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Distantly remote in my quota
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To the end I dedicate this verse
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To all my friends, I salute my homies
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Lost in the calles,
and doing tiempo en la pinta
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One day we're here,
the next we're gone
Like R .I .P. the cat out the hat
And it's like that,
we bringing that funky fresh to death
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Underground popping off,
busting caps
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at all these mainstream suckers
Homies 213, tattooed wing,
these dudes wanna start something
It's like don't even trip, let's go
And drizzle bullets at the end of the night
They touch down in your
vital international flight
I see the frauds like a counterfeit bill
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Start whacking motherfuckers,
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a legitimate kill
And the .38 revolver that's under the seat
Got the duct tape candle
like it's made for the street
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You wanna meet the executioner
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I'ma tell you right now you
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got no future, bro
It's a you and your clique,
I stay eating my shit
Cause me and my clique,
I stay smashing your bitch
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She a big booty stripper
that's addicted to this
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So anytime she want
it, I'ma give her her fix
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And all I'm gon' say is Frichino Grande
Little homies wildin' out,
it's all about the desmadre
On that same old notorious trip
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Makin' all my enemigas abandon ship
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To all my friends
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It's that type of rock cocaine
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I whip up when I'm in the kitchen
That A1 caviar
Saludo to all the fiends, I mean fans
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That's taking a blast as we speak
Foolish that she can destroy
type of shit certified
Torch enemy official

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