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[Trisha Takasuki] |
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Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members |
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of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit |
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The goal behind the law suit is to take neighborhood |
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that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang |
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[James Hahn] |
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This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from |
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operating in public and gathering in groups and intimidating |
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[Trisha Takasuki] |
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In Los Angeles, Trisha Takasuki Fox 11 News |
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[Conejo] |
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What's up hitchbacks |
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Venom, Bugsy, Ese Bandit |
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Soy Conejo |
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You vatos ready to ride |
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Where's all my motherfucking killers at |
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That's right, that's the way it's going down |
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Vatos better watch your back |
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Check it out |
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I wore a glass house to the weed spot |
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To pick me up a sack so I could smoke to the head |
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While Box got a beat at the studio that's cracking |
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I get at this hunny making money from dancing |
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Call me up when you're off, I'll be laying a verse |
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It's all about the feria so first thing's first |
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I get up in the booth and I handle mines |
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I'm semi-automatic homey rhyme for rhyme |
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And what that means is that Conejo no joke |
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I let the pistol barrel smoke then I take me a toke |
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I get blown, call shots in the zone |
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Where vatos play for keeps simulating Al Capone |
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Hit a switch and if anyone trip |
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See the burban right behind me, it got plenty of clips |
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Don't slip, I'm here to catch ya |
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Right between the eyes, bye bye I'ma blast ya |
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[Chorus] |
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Let's ride till we lay them down |
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Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what side |
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Let's ride till we lay them down |
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Bang bang, everybody ese no matter what time |
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Let's ride in a '63 Chevy |
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Ese vatos breaking down but I hold mine steady |
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Let's ride in a '49 bomb |
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I don't wanna be right if the barrio's wrong |
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Let's ride to see the writting on the wall |
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Big ass blocks about fifty feet tall |
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Shaded in, don't know where to begin |
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Just know I'm in the calles trading sin for sin |
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Let me in, I'll tell you once that's all |
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Then I'm kicking in the door with my gauge sawed off |
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Gun point, I said she's coming with me |
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Get your things babygirl then jump in the Chevy |
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I got beats that'll make you got and drop some pills |
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And I don't think you wanna cross me with your dope fiend skills |
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Camaradas from all over ese got my back |
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Break bread with the calles while these others get taxed |
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They collapse because I'm heavy in weight |
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I'm fresh out the joint, calisthenics, no weights |
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Back up, cuz I ain't got no friends |
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Just twenty five riders in the streets, Dead End |
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[Chorus] |
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Vatos hold it down with the shanks and rounds |
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Tattoo Ink tearing up the town |
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Then back to the park where the gangsters hang out |
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Caravaning through the barrio, outsiders get ran up |
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Say what, there's a high risk factor |
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Impala '65, let's go jack these rappers |
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Snappers is what these broads be saying |
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Cuz vatos from the area ese don't be playing |
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We be serving every night, get your plate don't wait |
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Got the big cooking rocks on the block that's hot |
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Come on dog let's go get this cash |
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And rob the connection, gotta be quick to blast |
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To my perros locked down doing time in the pen |
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Consider this a kite, I'll get at you tonight |
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And to my faction, all the fallen soldados |
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I came to put it down ese for all you vatos |
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[Chorus] |
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Let's ride |
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Let's ride homies |
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Let's handle our business |
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Let's ride |
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Vatos don't want none ese |
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That's right |
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I wanna say what's up to my homeboy Torrance |
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Let's ride |
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San Quintan death row |
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We ain't forgot about you |
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Let's ride |
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All the fallen soldados |
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Conejo from the City of Angels |
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I don't wanna be right if the barrio's wrong |
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Let's ride |
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And I'm out |
