The Living Dead, Pt. 2 - Conejo

The City Of L.A. Is Where It Start

Vatos From My Varrio

Can’t Be Stopped

Some Say This

Some Say That

It’s Not Where You From

It’s Where You At

Torcido And You Ain’t Nothing But A Punk

Veneno Wrote You Up

So You Nothing But A Chump

Dos Trece

In The Varrio That’s Loco

Ask Any Varrio

Cause Their Homies Get Smoked To The Grill

And They Ask How It Sound

And I Was Fucking Firme

Dropping Shit For The Underground

Hoover Park

Just Like That

This Is Where I’m From

And This Is Where I’m At

Mucha Gente Sabe

Just What I Be Saying

Cause In My Crazy Varrio Nobody Be Playing

Wanna Run Up?

You’ll Know Whats Up

Surenos Straight Fuck Shit Up

Cause I’m A Thug

Not A Pussy Cat

Little Fucking Trucos

Straight Pimps Like A Mack Playing Bitches

Something Like A Spell

Tumbado So The Shortys Wanna Dwell

The Mighty 2−1-3 Is On The Map

I’m Pimping Some Ponders

And A Fitted L.A. Cap

Getting Older

Getting High

One More Time

Too Young To Die Too Proud To Cry

Probably Get Stoked

Run Instead

What I Call My Varrio?

What I Call My Gang?

You Know That I Play For Keeps

Ponte Trucha

cause The Narcos Wanna Creep

Ain’t Smoking Stress

Ay Smokey, Ces, Lazy & Smurf

So How You Gonna Tell Me That My Homie’s A Punk

Chales My Varrio’s Down

Every Single Week Got Gangs Of Bills

Southwest Smoked The Homeboy

Rico Rest In Peace

Fuck That

Raza Don’t Want Piste Want War

So The Boys Scared

Caile Veneno

Let’s Go For A Lil Ride To The Other Side

Hit Every Varrio

Lighten Punks Slackers

Yo Y Veneo Somos Gangster Mack

Rolling Through The Side Where It’s Full Of Rats

Soy Truco

And I’m A Pimp Kinda Vato

It’s A Friday Night But I Have To Say Alrato

Cruisin' At The Boulevard

Hollywood Is Crazy But I’m Just To Hard

Got My Cuete When I Roam The Strip

Cause I Ain’t A Ranker

And I Ain’t Bout To Slip

Fight A Punk That’ll Make My Day

Like A Slipping Point

Enemigas Get Sprayed

Came In To The Varrio

Macking Like A Daddy

Riding Shotgun In Puppet’s Caddy

My Varrio Is The Bomba

I Can’t Lie

Too Young To Die Too Proud To Cry

In To My Lado Truco Shit

It’s The West Side

Ain’t Nothing Fare

Cause I’m A Low Down

Slow Down

Cause I’m from The Calles

2−1-3 Is In The House

So It’s All About The Underground

Ponle And You See What’s Next

A Gang Of Motherfuckers

Got Your Ass On Check

On A Leva

This Cit On A Scale

I Guess There Ain’t No Soldier

So Your Ass Gotta Bail Up North

You’re a Fallen Star

Running From The Raza

So There You Are

A Farmer

A Buster

That Shit Don’t Flow

Everybody Know Surenos Run The Show

Tapado, Went Out Like A Punk

Dos Uno Tres

Gonna Show You Wassup

Soy Trucos

And My Mind Was Super High

And I’m Too Young To Die Too Proud To Cry