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Let's Ride
Conejo Lyrics
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Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members
of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit
The goal behind the law suit is to take neighborhood
that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang
[James Hahn]
This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from
[Trisha Takasuki]
In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News
[Conejo]
What's up hitchbacks
Venom, Bugsy, Ese Bandit
Soy Conejo
You vatos ready to ride
Where's all my motherfucking killers at
That's right, that's the way it's going down
Vatos better watch your back
Check it out
I wore a glass house to the weed spot
To pick me up a sack so I could smoke to the head
While Box got a beat at the studio that's cracking
I get at this hunny making money from dancing
Call me up when you're off, I'll be laying a verse
It's all about the feria so first thing's first
I get up in the booth and I handle mines
I'm semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme
And what that means is that Conejo no joke
I let the pistol barrel smoke then I take me a toke
I get blown, call shots in the zone
Where vatos play for keeps simulating Al Capone
Hit a switch and if anyone trip
See the burban right behind me, it got plenty of clips
Don't slip, I'm here to catch ya
Right between the eyes, bye bye I'ma blast ya
[Chorus]
Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side
Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time
Let's ride in a '63 Chevy
Ese vatos breaking down but I hold mine steady
Let's ride in a '49 bomb
I don't want to be right if the barrio's wrong
Let's ride to see the writting on the wall
Big ass blocks about fifty feet tall
Shaded in, don't know where to begin
Just know I'm in the calles trading sin for sin
Let me in, I'll tell you once that's all
Then I'm kicking in the door with my gauge sawed off
Gun point, I said she's coming with me
Get your things babygirl then jump in the Chevy
I got beats that'll make you got and drop some pills
And I don't think you want to cross me with your dope fiend skills
Camaradas from all over ese got my back
Break bread with the calles while these others get taxed
They collapse because I'm heavy in weight
I'm fresh out the joint, calisthenics, no weights
Back up, 'cause I ain't got no friends
Just twenty five riders in the streets, Dead End
[Chorus]
Vatos hold it down with the shanks and rounds
Tattoo Ink tearing up the town
Then back to the park where the gangsters hang out
Caravaning through the barrio, outsiders get ran up
Say what, there's a high risk factor
Impala '65, let's go jack these rappers
Snappers is what these broads be saying
'cause vatos from the area ese don't be playing
We be serving every night, get your plate don't wait
Got the big cooking rocks on the block that's hot
Come on dog let's go get this cash
And rob the connection, gotta be quick to blast
To my perros locked down doing time in the pen
Consider this a kite, I'll get at you tonight
And to my faction, all the fallen soldados
I came to put it down ese for all you vatos
[Chorus]
Let's ride
Let's ride homies
Let's handle our business
Let's ride
Vatos don't want none ese
That's right
I want to say what's up to my homeboy Torrance
Let's ride
San Quintan death row
We ain't forgot about you
Let's ride
All the fallen soldados
Conejo from the City of Angels
I don't want to be right if the barrio's wrong
Let's ride
And I'm out
The song Let's Ride by Conejo is a typical gangsta rap song, which tells a story of a gangster ride. Conejo creates the atmosphere of the streets, with lines describing different parts of Los Angeles where gangsters hang out and do business. The first part of the song contains an excerpt from the news report, which talks about the city's attorney suing 33 members of the Harpys gang using the gang injunction law. This injects an element of law enforcement into the song.
Conejo uses his lyrics to describe a day in his life. He talks about going to buy weed, hitting the studio to record a track, and making money from his music. The lyrics also mention the violence that comes with the gang lifestyle. Conejo talks about carrying a pistol, calling shots, and killing anyone who crosses him.
The chorus discusses the aspect of riding around in a car, particularly Chevys from different years, in the barrio with fellow gang members, and has a menacing tone to it. The whole song is a depiction of the gang life in Los Angeles, which is especially prevalent in the Chicano community.
Line by Line Meaning
What's up hitchbacks
Conejo begins his song by addressing his listeners, "hitchbacks," and then introduces himself and calls out to his fellow gang members.
You vatos ready to ride
Conejo asks if his gang members are ready to ride, which means they are ready to commit crimes together and defend their neighborhood.
I get at this hunny making money from dancing
Conejo mentions speaking to a woman who makes money from dancing, most likely a stripper, and implies that he can help her make money through his music.
It's all about the feria so first thing's first
Conejo emphasizes that money, also known as "feria" in Spanish, is their top priority when pursuing music and committing crimes.
I'm semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme
Conejo claims to be a skilled rapper, taking on his opponents "rhyme for rhyme" and also references his use of a semi-automatic gun.
I let the pistol barrel smoke then I take me a toke
Conejo brags about smoking marijuana while firing his gun.
See the burban right behind me, it got plenty of clips
Conejo mentions having his gang members with him in a suburban SUV that is fully equipped with guns.
Don't slip, I'm here to catch ya
Conejo warns people not to challenge him or his gang, reminding them that he's here to catch and punish anyone who tries to threaten his territory.
Let's ride till we lay them down
The chorus begins with the gang members vowing to ride their cars around the neighborhood, looking for rivals to take down.
I don't want to be right if the barrio's wrong
In one of the last verses, Conejo acknowledges that his actions may not be morally right, but his loyalty to his neighborhood or "barrio" comes first.
Conejo from the City of Angels
Conejo ends the song by introducing himself again and revealing that he represents Los Angeles, also known as the City of Angels.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSH EXANTUS, KEITH R. DUPLESSIS, LARRY MIZELL
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@l1ttl3travieso86
Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members
of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit
The goal behind the law suit is to take neighborhood
that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang
This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from
operating in public and gathering in groups and intimidating
In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News
What's up hitchbacks
Venom, Bugsy, Ese Bandit
Soy Conejo
You vatos ready to ride
Where's all my motherfucking killers at
That's right, that's the way it's going down
Vatos better watch your back
Check it out
I wore a glass house to the weed spot
To pick me up a sack so I could smoke to the head
While Box got a beat at the studio that's cracking
I get at this hunny making money from dancing
Call me up when you're off, I'll be laying a verse
It's all about the feria so first thing's first
I get up in the booth and I handle mines
I'm semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme
And what that means is that Conejo no joke
I let the pistol barrel smoke then I take me a toke
I get blown, call shots in the zone
Where vatos play for keeps simulating Al Capone
Hit a switch and if anyone trip
See the burban right behind me, it got plenty of clips
Don't slip, I'm here to catch ya
Right between the eyes, bye bye I'ma blast ya
Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side
Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time
Let's ride in a '63 Chevy
Ese vatos breaking down but I hold mine steady
Let's ride in a '49 bomb
I don't want to be right if the barrio's wrong
Let's ride to see the writting on the wall
Big ass blocks about fifty feet tall
Shaded in, don't know where to begin
Just know I'm in the calles trading sin for sin
Let me in, I'll tell you once that's all
Then I'm kicking in the door with my gauge sawed off
Gun point, I said she's coming with me
Get your things babygirl then jump in the Chevy
I got beats that'll make you got and drop some pills
And I don't think you want to cross me with your dope fiend skills
Camaradas from all over ese got my back
Break bread with the calles while these others get taxed
They collapse because I'm heavy in weight
I'm fresh out the joint, calisthenics, no weights
Back up, 'cause I ain't got no friends
Just twenty five riders in the streets, Dead End
Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side
Let's ride till we lay them down
Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time
Let's ride in a '63 Chevy
Ese vatos breaking down but I hold mine steady
Let's ride in a '49 bomb
I don't want to be right if the barrio's wrong
Vatos hold it down with the shanks and rounds
Tattoo Ink tearing up the town
Then back to the park where the gangsters hang out
Caravaning through the barrio, outsiders get ran up
Say what, there's a high risk factor
Impala '65, let's go jack these rappers
Snappers is what these broads be saying
'cause vatos from the area ese don't be playing
We be serving every night, get your plate don't wait
Got the big cooking rocks on the block that's hot
Come on dog let's go get this cash
And rob the connection, gotta be quick to blast
To my perros locked down doing time in the pen
Consider this a kite, I'll get at you tonight
And to my faction, all the fallen soldados
I came to put it down ese for all you vatos
Let's ride
Let's ride homies
Let's handle our business
Let's ride
Vatos don't want none ese
That's right
I want to say what's up to my homeboy Torrance
Let's ride
San Quintan death row
We ain't forgot about you
Let's ride
All the fallen soldados
Conejo from the City of Angels
I don't want to be right if the barrio's wrong
Let's ride
And I'm out
@ilyes1912
The shield 🔥🔥🔥
@pigdestroyer9143
Fuck yeah🤘
@thelongestcomment8770
I am Romanian, but grew up with this kind of music but you know...in Romanian. I am here to pay respect to our Latin brothers; Mexicanii.
@abovethagamerollinz4776
Much respect my Romanian brother, ¡ Viva ! Chicano Rap🔥👑☝🏼
@thelongestcomment8770
@@abovethagamerollinz4776 Trăiască Chicano Rap și Cartierul Sălăjan
@user-kw4rn1ov9x
Respect G 🫡😎
On a buzz beer 🍺 night check out
Clicka one mobster’s
@thelongestcomment8770
@@user-kw4rn1ov9x Fo' sho man, never sell out ya hear me?
@user-kw4rn1ov9x
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@yannickayongmba3608
Thé shield broutgh me here. Listen that shit from Gabon in Africa
@kajcsapapa
"Call shots in the zone, where vatos play for keeps simulating Al Capone" sickass lyrics