Текст, перевод и аккорды “Locotes”
- Ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes So what you thinkin homes? ?? it turns around homes (watch out!) Right, I got your back homes, cool C'mon Ese let's go Let's do this [B-Real & Sen Dog] 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 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 to 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 [B-Real & Sen Dog] 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 & Wesson Taking out all my agression Check it out - you're looking at the jefe of that cliqua 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 robery 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 Westside 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 [B-Real & Sen Dog] 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 sipping 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!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 runnin Last thing I heard was the fuckin GAT hummin
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