City Of Angels lyrics    In the City of Angels  Ain't no motherfucking joke  Watch your back ese  That's right  I'll take your feria and your fucking puta  (Gimme that bitch)  That's the way it's going down    Simon, simon ese, yo ese Conejo de la calle vainte cinco  del varrio mas chingon,ese que ay aqui (West Coast locos)  In the wicked part of Los (West Coast)   And if you don't believe me, just ask the enemigos  ¿Que caen? al parque ese, looking for some shit  Tryin to kill the homeboys from the Tiny Locos Clique  Spraying on the snitches, cuz that's the way it goes  They rattle up tecote, on everyone they know  And now it's time to ride, and now it's time to die  Nine automatics sitting on my side  So let me just grab a couple extra clips  Blast this vato, then scratch him off my list  When others take revenge, while they make there movida  Shot calling in las calles, they breaking up gorsida  How you expect to fly when your wings got clipped  How you expect to kill when you hold no steel  Vatos know the real, all the blood gets spilled  Bitches for the thrill, enemigas get the chills  Talking about a place where there is no angle  Choose your poison where there is no agle    In the City of Angels there ain't no angels  Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers  In the City of Angels there ain't no angels  Puro vato loco    Damn, another bang bang, killed your homeboy  Now isn't it a shame, that's what my pero said  And one of his jams, all bitches rattle but you didn't understand  So I'm break it down, ese I'ma put it down  Conejo rolled up, now it's looking like a ghost town  Where you at? I thought you had control  Fucking with the hache, loco now you gotsta go misunderstood  Up in Hotel California with two wicked broads  Homey burning like infernos on the serio  Ese gotsta get this issue, and walk away like nada  And not even miss you, I don't trip  I'll catch you on the rebound, I'll see you in the barrio  And then we could get down, down and dirty  That's the only way, I automade her body, with digital delay  I waste no time, I get up and I go  Cuz no one really knows what this broad could hold  She could set me up ese, for the right price  Depends on her addiction, the streets ain't nothing nice    In the City of Angels there ain't no angels  Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers  In the City of Angels there ain't no angels  Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers  In the City of Angels there ain't no angels  Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers  In the City of Angels there ain't no angels  Puro vato loco    Puro vato loco, that's right ese  Check it out    First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles  You know holmes, that's where the gangas is  First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles  You know holmes, that's where the gangas is    That's where the gangas at loco  25th and Hoover, Hillpoint Gang  California My Way, Tiny Locos    First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles  You know holmes, that's where the gangas is  First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles  You know holmes, that's where the gangas is    Watch your back when you come to my barrio  Soy Conejo