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Cypress Hill ~ Locotes
| 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 more free lyrics |