Puffing P Dogs - Conejo

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Getting chips again

The curse is over

So let me in

Cause ain’t no regal

To this orchestra

Orchestrate the fucken torture boy

I’m in the zone

And I stand alone

That’s a test of time

To the shit I’m on

That’s how you want it?

I’m way beyond it

Dawg I just came back

To put your ass up on it

I’m backed up

And give you a sample

That’s dope in the needle

Morphine will catch you

By the drug incuevo

Somebody take 'em off

And put his ass in the bathroom

That’s a training day scene

But it finished different

Cause 1 week later your reported missing

Bop bop bop on that walk by shit

Homie this my brand

That notorious shit

And I’m puffing

On a P dog

This my cause

Homie I’m the king of

Los Angeles

These weak muthafuckas can’t handle this

So I’m puffing

On a P dog

Blowing out the smoke

Cause you just dream of things

That can’t be done

But I make 'em happen

With a loaded gun

Play a beat

The mess you in

Ski mask boy

Here to fatally win

I tell you how

I’m the quickest to blast

I’m built to last

And that’s a fact

They say I’m back

To deliver

Cus I’ve been putting bodies

In the fucken river

They just ramble

When they spit

Ese I go Rambo

With that gangster shit

From the day

Till the fucken night

You don’t add up cus your math ain’t right

I’m so high

When I’m on the set

Ese that’s codeine

Loco mix with meth

I’m on a jet

To destruction your building

You see me coming at you

Trying to run last minute

I could knife you

Till you bleed out dead

Execute you on the spot

Put a hole in your head

And I’m puffing

On a P dog

This my cause

Homie I’m the king of

Los Angeles

These weak muthafuckas can’t handle this

So I’m puffing

On a P dog

Blowing out the smoke

Cause you just dream of things

That can’t be done

But I make 'em happen

With a loaded gun