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
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 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 gat
 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, jewelery 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 one eight seven, 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
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 Right here homes
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 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