Locotes Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Locotes Lyrics

    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

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