Hill Cypress Locotes Lyrics

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