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Locotes

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Locotes was released on October 31, 1995 by Ruffhouse/Columbia as a part of the album III (Temples Of Boom)

Song Details

AlbumIII (Temples Of Boom)

Release DateOctober 31, 1995

LabelRuffhouse/Columbia

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cypress Hill

Performer

Shag

Background Vocals

Eric Bobo

Congas

Reg Dog

Bass

Buddah Monks

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

DJ Muggs

Arranger

Senen Reyes

Composer

B-Real

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cypress Hill

Producer

Jason Roberts

Engineer

DJ Muggs

Producer

Ben Wallach

Assistant Engineer

Lamont Hyde

Assistant Engineer

Manny Lecuona

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, ese look at these two motherfuckers right here, homes

So what you thinkin' homes?

Wait 'til he turns around, homes (watch out!)

Right, I got your back homes, cool

C'mon ese, let's go

Let's do this

You don't wanna turn your back on me

When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method

I'm creepin' on ya, think about 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

Four and three, and two and one

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

(Two) thievery, (one) robbery, (one) robbery

'Cause 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

And you don't stop 'til I'm done

Now the puercos got me on the run

LA-14 in pursuit of 2-11 suspect

Up on the 187th

Headed north Metro Center and 92nd

The two suspects inside a vehicle 1981 Mustang

License plate, Lincoln, Charles, David-

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 ese, 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

Four and three, and two and one

The robbery don't stop 'til I get done

Some **** 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

LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle

Suspects nowhere in sight

Oh, shit

How you like me now, puto?

Fuck you, pig!

Let's go, hommes

It's a fucking bus, see?

Get on, ese

Right here, hommes

One-time's not down with us

Now they're lookin' 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

Four and three, and two and one

This ol' motherfucker got him a gun

Blah, 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 runnin'

Last thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'

Written by: B-Real, DJ Muggs, Senen Reyes

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