@east co co anyone
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directly from lil los himself a while back
Whoa, that was a long time ago. It was one of my very fisrt verses. I'm gonna have to sit here for a minute and think. I might just have to listen to the cd to refresh my memory.......
Yoc what? Your glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk/
cause aint no turning back when you flaunt your strap, leave your cap peeled when I dump chump/when the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes, ammunition dishing out in rows/ keep foes in check with effect when I rip there neck when I let loose hoe/duece-0 block props got cops on our jocks, but popping shots will not stop/
slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop/aftershock liquifies my brain and mary jane invades my vains to maintain and hang when I gang-bang, inflict pain when I sprinkle grains, cane drain/coats my throat when I off choke smoke, approach the roach til it's all she wrote/ smoke dope and rap twist caps and try to cope with rats backstabbing folks/That's why I stay high off dosher, remain a yoc town soldier/
exposure to shady times gots my mind anti-sober/gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days, hazed by norte ways it's not a phase/steady amazed on how things changed-rearranged but it aint no thang/still hang and claim with my real folks, it's fucked up cause I gotta kill folks/hit your block with a chop and peel throats, blast with a mask and let these skills show/let me fell your repents when I let thirty do you dirty/folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this, it's skandolous for shirley/that girly got me numb for 781 redrum/ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when the sights tight up on your lungs/pump your chest with an s.k.s. and bless your dome witha tre-eight chrome/murder zone created, stated when the funk is on.
Whoa, that was a long time ago. It was one of my very fisrt verses. I'm gonna have to sit here for a minute and think. I might just have to listen to the cd to refresh my memory.......
Yoc what? Your glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk/
cause aint no turning back when you flaunt your strap, leave your cap peeled when I dump chump/when the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes, ammunition dishing out in rows/ keep foes in check with effect when I rip there neck when I let loose hoe/duece-0 block props got cops on our jocks, but popping shots will not stop/
slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop/aftershock liquifies my brain and mary jane invades my vains to maintain and hang when I gang-bang, inflict pain when I sprinkle grains, cane drain/coats my throat when I off choke smoke, approach the roach til it's all she wrote/ smoke dope and rap twist caps and try to cope with rats backstabbing folks/That's why I stay high off dosher, remain a yoc town soldier/
exposure to shady times gots my mind anti-sober/gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days, hazed by norte ways it's not a phase/steady amazed on how things changed-rearranged but it aint no thang/still hang and claim with my real folks, it's fucked up cause I gotta kill folks/hit your block with a chop and peel throats, blast with a mask and let these skills show/let me fell your repents when I let thirty do you dirty/folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this, it's skandolous for shirley/that girly got me numb for 781 redrum/ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when the sights tight up on your lungs/pump your chest with an s.k.s. and bless your dome witha tre-eight chrome/murder zone created, stated when the funk is on.
here is woodie's verse too, tightest verse on the song to me!
WHOLE VERSE
I'M STRAPPED WIT A BLACK SNUB TRE-EIGHT/PACKED WITH A HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE PLUS GRAINS/ THAT EXTRA LOAD WIT A HOLLOW SWALLOW YOUR LAST BREATH WHEN IT TOUCH BRAINS/THESE BLOODSTAINS OF ENEMIES ARE THE SINS OF ME LIVIN' THAT YOC LIFE/ BUT UNTIL I DIE ITS A LIE THATS WHY FIFTY GOT MY GANG IN THE SPOTLIGHT/ BREAKIN' 'EM OFF IN DIFFERENT FASHIONS/MAYBE I'LL SHANK 'EM/ MAYBE I'LL BLAST 'EM/ THE PUNK ASS FIVE-O, RATS AND RIVALS KINDLE MY HOMICIDAL PASSION/
I'M MASHIN'/ FOR THAT EVERLASTIN' TWENTIETH STREET I'M RIDIN'
CONFIDIN'/ IN MYSELF/ LIL' BIRD AND L'S/ EVERYBODY ELSE TESTIFYIN'/ SOON DYIN'/ TRYIN' TO KEEP MY FREEDOM/ IF I DON'T BEAT THE PIGS/ I'LL LIVE IN A CELL/ NO BAIL/ DOIN' 25 WIT AN "L"/ I'D RATHER GET MURDERED AND GO TO HELL..../ I BAIL THRU THE CUTS OF THE YOC IN A LARK ON RALLY'S/ BACKSTREET ALLEYS ALLOW ME/ TO SHAKE THE SPOT AND PURSUE MY PLOTS OF GANGBANGIN' IN NORTHERN CALI/ CO. CO. COUNTY'S HELLA SHADY/SOMEBODY'S CATCHIN' 3 STRIKES DAILY/ I GOTTA MAINTAIN/ LET MY NUTS HANG/ USE MY BRAIN AND MAKE THIS LIFESTYLE PAY ME/ FADE ME?/ I DON'T THINK SO/ WIPE YOUR MEMORY WITH A SINGLE/..SHOT FROM A TRE-FIVE-SEV/ VIBRATION MAKE MY FINGERS TINGLE/...I SPEAK/THAT YOC-TOWN LINGO AND MINGLE WITH NORTHERNERS/ WHO'VE BLOWN UP THE SPOT/GOT THE YOC HOT/KICKIN' UP ENOURMOUS DUST/
DISCUSS NOTHIN' STRAIGHT BUSTIN' UPON YOUR CLICK THOUGHT I WASN'T/ AS PISTOL CHAMBERS REARRANGES GUTS THIS SHIT GETS DISGUSTIN'/ WITH ALL THESE HOMIEZ SWITCHIN' UP I'M NOT QUITE SURE WHO TO TRUST/ SO I JUST FOLLOW MY GUT/ AND LET IT BE KNOWN/ FOR THE NORTE SIDE I BUST.
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WHOLE VERSE
I'M STRAPPED WIT A BLACK SNUB TRE-EIGHT/PACKED WITH A HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE PLUS GRAINS/ THAT EXTRA LOAD WIT A HOLLOW SWALLOW YOUR LAST BREATH WHEN IT TOUCH BRAINS/THESE BLOODSTAINS OF ENEMIES ARE THE SINS OF ME LIVIN' THAT YOC LIFE/ BUT UNTIL I DIE ITS A LIE THATS WHY FIFTY GOT MY GANG IN THE SPOTLIGHT/ BREAKIN' 'EM OFF IN DIFFERENT FASHIONS/MAYBE I'LL SHANK 'EM/ MAYBE I'LL BLAST 'EM/ THE PUNK ASS FIVE-O, RATS AND RIVALS KINDLE MY HOMICIDAL PASSION/
I'M MASHIN'/ FOR THAT EVERLASTIN' TWENTIETH STREET I'M RIDIN'
CONFIDIN'/ IN MYSELF/ LIL' BIRD AND L'S/ EVERYBODY ELSE TESTIFYIN'/ SOON DYIN'/ TRYIN' TO KEEP MY FREEDOM/ IF I DON'T BEAT THE PIGS/ I'LL LIVE IN A CELL/ NO BAIL/ DOIN' 25 WIT AN "L"/ I'D RATHER GET MURDERED AND GO TO HELL..../ I BAIL THRU THE CUTS OF THE YOC IN A LARK ON RALLY'S/ BACKSTREET ALLEYS ALLOW ME/ TO SHAKE THE SPOT AND PURSUE MY PLOTS OF GANGBANGIN' IN NORTHERN CALI/ CO. CO. COUNTY'S HELLA SHADY/SOMEBODY'S CATCHIN' 3 STRIKES DAILY/ I GOTTA MAINTAIN/ LET MY NUTS HANG/ USE MY BRAIN AND MAKE THIS LIFESTYLE PAY ME/ FADE ME?/ I DON'T THINK SO/ WIPE YOUR MEMORY WITH A SINGLE/..SHOT FROM A TRE-FIVE-SEV/ VIBRATION MAKE MY FINGERS TINGLE/...I SPEAK/THAT YOC-TOWN LINGO AND MINGLE WITH NORTHERNERS/ WHO'VE BLOWN UP THE SPOT/GOT THE YOC HOT/KICKIN' UP ENOURMOUS DUST/
DISCUSS NOTHIN' STRAIGHT BUSTIN' UPON YOUR CLICK THOUGHT I WASN'T/ AS PISTOL CHAMBERS REARRANGES GUTS THIS SHIT GETS DISGUSTIN'/ WITH ALL THESE HOMIEZ SWITCHIN' UP I'M NOT QUITE SURE WHO TO TRUST/ SO I JUST FOLLOW MY GUT/ AND LET IT BE KNOWN/ FOR THE NORTE SIDE I BUST.
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