Locotes
(专辑: Cypress Hill III: Temples Of Boom - 1995)
You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I
come with a
wicked method I'm creeping on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya It's the the
locote coming out the
bote I
got a
new jale jacking in the
noche Give me your feria In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and bury ya in the
Eastside area 4
and 3
and 2
and 1
The
thievery don't stop 'til I
get done Sometimes I
don't even need my gat But shit's getting deep and I
gotta Blast back 2
thievery 1
robbery 1
robbery 'Cuz jacking is my hobby Give me that money, jewelry and 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 wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I
got your keys In my possession with my Smith an' Wesson Taking out all my aggression Check it out, you're looking at the
jefe Of that clique 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
robbery don't stop 'til I
get done Some niggas do this shit for fun Now the
puercos got me on the
run From barrio to barrio Looking for anybody, oh Cesario Hanging out with Mario Looking for a
place to hide on the
West side 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 down with us Now they're looking for my ride, but I'm on the
bus Don't turn your back on a
vato like me 'Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in need Desperate, what's going on in the
mente Taking from the
rich and not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the
cerveza He's sipping, no me vale, madre Gabacho pray 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, 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
fucking gat humming