Locotes

Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes What you thinkin' homes Wait 'till he turns around homes (Echoed) watch-out All right I got your back homes, let's go Come on ese let's go Let's do it You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I come with the wicked method I'm creepin' on ya How you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya Just the locotes Drumin' out the potes Got a new hollay Jackin' in the noche Give me your faya In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and bury ya We got in the east side every guy Four and three and two and one Thievery don't stop 'till I get done Sometimes I don't even need my gat But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back 'Two' thievery 'one' robbery 'one' robbery 'Cause jackin' is my hobby Give out that money, jewelery and your keys To the five-o outside on wheels Later out with the '85 Mustang One-time got me on the radar Pousha And ya don't stop 'till I'm done Now the Puercos got me on the run Police Radio "LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on one eight seven, headed westbound On central and Ninety-second, armed two suspects believed to be in 1985 red Mustang license plate Lincoln Charles David Bullshit Madelin three two Armed and dangerous suspects known" You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I got your keys in my possession With my Smith and Wesson Takin' out all my aggression Check it out ese You're lookin' at the jefe Off that clicker with a big bad trese I'll teach you a lesson No question Get your ass out, now you're passin' out When ya looked at the glente Four and three and two and one The robbery don't stop 'till I get done Some niggas do this shit for fun Now the Puercos got me on the run From bodio Two bodio Lookin' for anybody-o Cessadio Hangin' out wit madio Lookin' for a place to hide On the west side Spank got my back over there it right And it don't stop 'till I'm done Now the One-time got me on the run (Police radio) "LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle, suspects nowhere in sight, aw shit!" (Two shots ring out) How you like me now pouto? Fuck you pig Let' go homes It's the fuckin' bus eh Get on ese Right here homes One-times not down with us Now they lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus Don't turn your back on a rapper like me 'Cause I'm one broke motherfucker in need Desperate What's goin' on in the mente Takin' from the rich an' not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping Borrocho from the cerveza he's sipping No me vale madre Gabacho prey to your padre This is one the time you wanna give me the jale Four and three and two and one This old muthafucka got him a gun Blam! I took one to the knee-cap Things happen so fast Now I dropped my strap Now I'm about to meet my maker Though I had it all figured out with a paper No longer will I be running Last thing I heard was the fucking gatt humming