Cypress Hill: Locotes
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Cypress Hill: Locotes
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it
I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin on ya
Now you find your homeboy's
Bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your ferja
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and burry ya in the eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don'nt stop 'til I get done
Sometimes I don't even need my GAT
But shit's getting deep and I gotta
Blast back to thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
Cuz jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, Jewelry & your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the 85 mustang
One-time got me on the radar
Trucha! And you don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the puercos got me on the run
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my smith and wesson
Taking out all my agression
Check it out =E9s=E9 you're looking
At the jefe
Of that clica with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The roberydon'nt stop 'til I get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the puercosgot me on the run
from varrio to varrio
Looking for anybody, Oh Cesario
Hanging out with Mario
Looking for a place to hide
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the one-time got me on the run
One-time's not done with us
Now they're looking for my ride
But i'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vacto like me
Cuz i'm one broke motherfucka
In need
Desperate! What's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping
Borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping
No me vale, madre
Gabachopray to your padre
This is for the time you would
Give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on!I took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now
I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
I thought I had it all, figured it out
For the paper
No longer will I be running
Last thing I heard was the
Fuckin GAT humming
When you least expect it
I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin on ya
Now you find your homeboy's
Bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your ferja
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and burry ya in the eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don'nt stop 'til I get done
Sometimes I don't even need my GAT
But shit's getting deep and I gotta
Blast back to thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
Cuz jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, Jewelry & your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the 85 mustang
One-time got me on the radar
Trucha! And you don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the puercos got me on the run
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my smith and wesson
Taking out all my agression
Check it out =E9s=E9 you're looking
At the jefe
Of that clica with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The roberydon'nt stop 'til I get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the puercosgot me on the run
from varrio to varrio
Looking for anybody, Oh Cesario
Hanging out with Mario
Looking for a place to hide
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the one-time got me on the run
One-time's not done with us
Now they're looking for my ride
But i'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vacto like me
Cuz i'm one broke motherfucka
In need
Desperate! What's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping
Borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping
No me vale, madre
Gabachopray to your padre
This is for the time you would
Give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on!I took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now
I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
I thought I had it all, figured it out
For the paper
No longer will I be running
Last thing I heard was the
Fuckin GAT humming
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