Cypress Hill - Locotes Lyrics
You dont want to turn your back on meWhen you least expect itI come with a wicked methodIm creepin on yaNow you find your homeboysBleeding on yaIts the the locote coming out the boteI got a new jale jacking in the nocheGive me your ferjaIn your pocket or theyll carry yaOff and burry ya in the eastside area4 and 3 and 2 and 1The thievery donnt stop til I get doneSometimes I dont even need my gatBut shits getting deep and I gottaBlast back to thievery 1 robbery 1 robberyCuz jacking is my hobbyGive me that money, jewelry & your keysTo the five-o outside on deezLater, out with the 85 mustangOne-time got me on the radarTrucha! and you dont stop til Im doneNow the puercos got me on the runYou dont want to turn your back on meWhen you least expect it, I got your keysIn my possession with my smith and wessonTaking out all my agressionCheck it out =e9s=e9 youre lookingAt the jefeOf that clica with the big bad treceI teach you a lesson, no questionGet your ass out now youre passing outWhen you look at the cuete4 and 3 and 2 and 1The roberydonnt stop til I get doneSome niggas do this shit for funNow the puercosgot me on the runFrom varrio to varrioLooking for anybody, oh cesarioHanging out with marioLooking for a place to hideSpank got my back over there rightAnd it dont stop til Im doneNow the one-time got me on the runOne-times not done with usNow theyre looking for my rideBut Im on the busDont turn your back on a vacto like meCuz Im one broke mother*****aIn needDesperate! whats going on in the menteTaking from the rich not from my genteLook at that gabacho slippingBorracho from the cervezaHes sippingNo me vale, madreGabachopray to your padreThis is for the time you wouldGive me the jale4 and 3 and 2 and 1This ol mother*****er, got him a gunBla-on!i took one to the kneecapThings happened so fast nowI dropped my strapNow Im about to meet my makerI thought I had it all, figured it outFor the paperNo longer will I be runningLast thing I heard was the*****in gat humming
