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"Locotes"


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 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 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

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 runnin'

Last thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'