Locotes

Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes

What you thinkin' homes

Wait 'till he turns around homes

(Echoed) Watch-out

All right I got your back homes, let's go

Come on ese let's go

Let's do it

You don't wanna turn your back on me

When you least expect it

I come with the wicked method

I'm creepin' on ya

How you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya

Just the locotes

Drumin' out the potes

Got a new hollay

Jackin' in the noche

Give me your faya

In your pocket or they'll carry ya

Off and bury ya

We got in the east side every guy

Four and three and two and one

Thievery don't stop 'till I get done

Sometimes I don't even need my gatt

But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back

'Two' thievery 'One' robbery 'One' robbery

'Cause jackin' is my hobby

Give out that money, jewlery and your keys

To the five-o outside on wheels

Later out with the '85 Mustang

One-time got me on the radar

Pousha

And ya don't stop 'till I'm done

Now the Puercos got me on the run

Police Radio:

"LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on 187. Headed westbound

On central and Ninety-second. Armed two suspects believed to be in 1985 red

Mustang license plate Lincoln Charles David Bullshit Madelin three two.

Armed and dangerous suspects known..."

You don't wanna turn your back on me

When you least expect it

I got your keys in my possession

With my Smith and Wesson

Takin' out all my aggression

Check it out ese

You're lookin' at the jefe

Off that clicker with a big bad trese

I'll teach you a lesson

No question

Get your ass out, now you're passin' out

When ya looked at the glente

Four and three and two and one

The robbery don't stop 'till I get done

Some niggas do this shit for fun

Now the Puercos got me on the run.

From bodio

Two bodio

Lookin' for anybody-o

Cessadio

Hangin' out wit madio

Lookin' for a place to hide

On the west side

Spank got my back over there it right

And it don't stop 'till I'm done

Now the One-time got me on the run

(Police radio)

"LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle, suspects nowhere in sight... Aw shit!"

(Two shots ring out)

How you like me now pouto?

Fuck you pig

Let' go homes

It's the fuckin' bus eh

Get on ese

Right here homes

One-times not down with us

Now they lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus

Don't turn your back on a rapper like me

'Cause I'm one broke motherfucker in need

Desperate

What's goin' on in the mente

Takin' from the rich an' not from my gente

Look at that gabacho slipping

Borrocho from the cerveza he's sipping

No me vale madre

Gabacho prey to your padre

This is one the time you wanna give me the jale

Four and three and two and one

This old muthafucka got him a gun

BLAM!

I took one to the knee-cap

Things happen so fast

Now I dropped my strap

Now I'm about to meet my maker

Though I had it all figured out with a paper

No longer will I be running

Last thing I heard was the fucking gatt humming