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[Chevy Man]

WOODIE
DEMONZ -N- MY SLEEP
WHATEVER THO'

Chorus: [Woodie]
I might of shot your homies
Once or twice you never know
But I still walk the streets
So I assumed they let it go
But just in case they didn't
I pack metal for clever folks
So all that talk in breakin' Woodie off
Whatever tho'

[Woodie]
I'm still puttin' it down
Sidin' through the town Yoc bound
Suckas wanna talk down
But ain't prepared to cock down
They wanna bang like killas
But don't bang with no killas
They wanna claim they killas
But don't hang with no killas
This is Antioch, the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
And I'm the one who brought the Yoc
Up out the Golden State
You wanna hate this
Hate yourself
Think your from the Yoc
Talkin' down on my name
Cuz I ain't askin' you to jock
Just recognize
From two professional years of rappin'
East Co. Co. Records puttin' this crap
Back in time on the map
And then some
We takin' nationwide infected
Each and every nook and cranny
Were that Yoc life bakins'
And I reckon
We'll be collectin' dividends along the way
And that's exactly were this haterism comes into play
What's there to say
Nothin' but hot ones
I got for those talkin' down on me

[Chorus] X2

[Woodie]
Come on haters try to stop this
Dig deep into your pockets
Cuz that'll give me a legit reason
To make yo knot twist, not this
Northern fella Antioch dwella
Won't fall hostage
To the thoughts and plots of the jealous
Your gonna watch this
Independent label succeed
Were re-precautions 10-4 for
Every homey that bleeds
We'll plant our seeds in some mattress
And watch our killas grow
Teach ‘em everything we know
So that they gonna run the show
I'm talkin' fathers and sons
Uncles and nephews packin' guns
Holdin' down the fort
Prepared for war
Protectin' loved one
No more snatchin' up our dreams
Through the dope on triple beams
Or an enemy shot
Cuz that's the power money brings
We're the kings of our own plot
We found a spot
Don't make room
If you think we're bluffin'
I assume you have a skank too
So if you wanna get me
Come and get me
Quit talkin'
And send the messages through bitches
Cuz that shit'll leave you chopped up

[Chorus] X2

[Woodie]
You wanna talk behind my back
And jar jack amongst female company
And every word up out your mouth
Eventually gon' come to me
How dumb could you be
Maybe you really wanna see me
But most likely you a sucka
And you hatin' you can't be me
Probably got that A-D-D
Attention Deficit Disorder
And you've notice when you say my name
That people won't ignore ya
That's pathetic
Just another sorry chump in the game
Go ahead keep bumpin' my name
Cuz your just pumpin' my fame
But when we cross paths
Haul that
So people prepare to ache
Cuz I'm a draw fast
Cock blast
With heat to tear your brain
Cuz I've HAD IT UP TO HERE [echoes]
Through your history
I got my stripes
Sucka you ain't pumpin' fears
So come here and get a dose of
This Antioch West Twompsta
The demon in me wants to
Go back to a mobsta
And put this music shit on stand by
To make a man die
How do I cope with this
I focus on the grand prize

[Chorus] X2

Nothin' but hot ones I got for those talkin' down on me

[Chorus]

Shit! [echoes out]

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE FEAT, LIL LOS
YOC INFLUENCED
YOC INFLUENCED

[Woodie]
I sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder]
Discharge like a soldier
Enemies fall to the back from the impact
Of a treck 5 [?] revolver
W double O-D-I-E it's me
I be that one and only
Soldier from the Yoc producer
To breakin' off freebies to the homies
But still hated
In many different ways
I've seen shady days
Homies switchin' up
Who I never thought were bitch enough
Got me amazed
I blame it on the crack bag
The gobble go the town snap
The so called homies backstabbin' each other
Damn what happened
It got me laughin'
I ain't trippin' Norte sidin'
Sky Lark dippin'
High performance line
Dormanson's
I tap that gas from dippin'
'69 if you find
That white Lark with cherry wine tide
Sidin' through the Yoc
It's a norteño type of the line style

Chorus: x2 [Woodie]
I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride
You ask me why I do this
And I respond with a mind half gone
For the fact I'm Yoc influenced
I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride
You ask why I pursue this
And I respond with a mind half gone
For the fact I'm Yoc influenced

[Woodie]
My homies still gotta be deceased
And come back 5 times before he's released
At age 18
So I thought the streets done said
About these punk police
Convicted of 5 counts of murder
All premeditated
Wasn't gang enhancers
Damn this shit kept me understated
And unlike you phony homies
Status Snoop I never [?]
Steady he stay ya'll like a soldier
Pushin' steel ain't gettin' tallied
Addin' stripes for my homie
May the Lord see his loyalty
And [?] look his sister
When he dies
And let him live in royalty
That wild C, L-I-F-E
Got my gang livin' violently
For homies stabbin' the [?] with me
Got me amongst the dying breed
If it was up to the Yoc, beats me
All said locked up in a prison cage
And tear drops from my eye
Every time my homie's on the front page
The media's bringin' plenty of feedback
Makin' us look like mobsters
Label it S. West 20th street
Fuck it
Yeah we West Twompsters
We the ones that skip the talk
Gotta get the cock and hammers
If they mess with the clip of hollow tips
Cuz you punks don't have no manners
Watch your standards
Think of the rankings earned
By how much more you've lost
Better count that as a loss
When I creep in
Dirty cactus split yo knot

[Chorus] x2.5

[Lil' Los]
Yoc influenced
I'd never know I'd grow up to do this
Pursue this life of struggle and strife
And hunt when I sooth this pain in my brain
When I sprinkle hot grain
Remain, tame my pistol smoke
Toke yo folks in vain insane, no
It's killa Cali mentality
East Co. Co. 5-1-0
The place ya never heard of
Yes suburbia with murderers go
Where the be servin' the most of
Methamphetamines
On triple beams
So feeling they'll be dreams
And this Antioch scene gots me trippin'
They got me slappin' clips in
I'm plottin' out some victims
And wishin' and hopin'
While I'm scuffling with my semi-auto
Hollow tips rip shit
With visions of some sick shit
But in meanwhile no smiles
Cuz these hater's shady styles
Got me loadin' magazines
For apposing tears I got for miles
And these rat infested trials
Set it up to leave Snoop, fuck
But it ain't over
Smokin' dosia
Plottin' on his come up [echoes out]

[Chorus] x3

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE
DEMONZ -N- MY SLEEP
TALEZ OF A KILLA

Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me

Say your Prayers count your blessings
Grab your weapon grip it tight
Cause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt right
But you won't catch me barking duels in a lark tonight
Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bike
Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait
Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake
Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
By no means I won't fuck this up this suckers life is past due
I know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blinds
Walking towards the front door
Yeah I think its about that time
Sure enough door opens wide
Now he's stepping outside
Barrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he died
Bent a corner run down the block hop on the BMX
Meanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding chest
Pedal to my safe spot
Get the fireplace hot
Burn up my clothing scrub my body
Gunpowder trace gone
On the way home I disassembled and disbursed
Of my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1st
So i'm feeling pretty confident my mission was successful
Kick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest full

(Chorus)
Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me
Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me
Wh y they want to test me stress me to the point I'm homicidal
Don't they recognize death is nothing new in my eyes
When it comes to defending my title

Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our food
Me and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40's an Boones
Out at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in my head
I turn around fools are looking at me like they want me dead
Words were said without a doubt I'm knowing that the funks jumping
They must be packing fuck that I'll be the first to dump something
Told my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the road
They pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to unload
Bullets lighting up the backseat windows are shattering
Since I'm thinking that they pack heat I'm skipping the chattering
I emptied the clip
Not sure how many were hit
Told my homie drive and lets split he started to trip
He just stopped froze
Like he was comatose
I said its not the time to break down like a ho lets go
He finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped me out
I told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me out
Shake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cuts
No this motherfucker starts driving in circles going nuts
I told him your bitch has more nuts than you
Saw red and blue behind us
Thanks to my homie dumb bitch it wasn't to hard to find us
And then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chase
Twenty Five I'm going to face the DA's got a clean case
With about seven different patrol cars in pursuit
He pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to shoot
Over the bullhorn I can hear them say
Come out with your hands raised
I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give chase
Striking through a field I hit a barbwire fence
I hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pants
Then I advanced up on a bike trail
Slowly losing 50's tail
Noticed water to the left threw my strap in the canal
Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight ahead
I'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up dead
I stop in the apartments to take a breath and then I listen
I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing my position
Continuing on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road
I'm in front of my homies house my hearts about to explode
Knocked on the door at 4am
He wasn't one bit suprised
He said he heard me on the scanner
And he knew I had to ride
You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
You're faking it

(Chorus until end)

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE FEAT. LIL LOS
DEMONZ -N- MY SLEEP
'N' THE BAY

[Woodie]
It's that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-P
Represent and I'll pretend
That W double O-D-I-E
That took the wild C up out of East Co. Co.
And let it be known
That there's some major shit
Crakin' off in the deep East Bay and G's roll
From block to block with automatic chops,
Removable stocks, and extra clips
And mob shots pushin' crank bombs
And yet these bottles make all of us flip
I never did much slangin' for bangin' pursuited hard
Why the fuck you think they always keepin' norteños off the yard
Cuz we smash on the enemy
Northern Cal is our vicinity
Tryin' to run shit on our side of the map
Get blown back with artillery
It's a known fact we're rivaled by many
But that don't mean a thang
A little more quantity
But a higher quality's got to keep domain
So when we gather our troops
To rowdy your boots
Don't be shot cuz I warned ya
Come to the topside of California
See northsiders on every corner
Throwin' up that mighty N-A
Packin' heat, holdin' a fort down
And if you disagree your out of pocket
Comin' up short now

[Woodie]
[Chorus]
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Mind your own and do your thang
If you don't wanna gangbang
But if you get the set trippin'
And that sound come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin' north
Than bet your death will come about
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Baller's rap the fat chains
And the money stacks claim
Different lies everyday
Police always on the way
But hey
That's how we live in the bay

[Lil' Los]
If you can't stand the heat
Then get the fuck out the kitchen
Cuz ammunition that I'm dishin'
Best believe it ain't missin'
The clock is tickin'
I'm trippin'
The steel that I'm grippin's askin me
How the fuck I got myself in this position
It's easy the town I'm in gave me a complex
They gots me snappin' and flashin'
Over some nonsense
So buckle up
And keep your chest covered up
I'll grab my clip, stuff it up
Now it's time to fuck shit up
And times are tough
But their only gonna get tougher
My barrels payin' thunder
Leavin' suckas smothered for colors
I'm comin' out the gutters with cutters
That be cuttin' muthafuckas in my way
In the bay
In that game where you don't play
And it's too late
You clocked in
Now there ain't no stoppin'
Choppers from choppin'
When you make it to my top ten
I'm lost in the zone goin' crazy
Good, I'll shake it
There ain't nothin' that can save me
From the way the streets raised me
[Chorus]

[Woodie]
Death could come at any moment
I've been walkin' there for years
Since I swallowed all my fears
And started holdin' back my tears
It seems the only way to keep my heart pumpin'
Now is to represent
And keep the names alive
Of the those homies already dead
And when I know I ain't evil
But it's evident I ain't heaven sent
How could I be when I done committed
Each of the deadly seven sins
A product of my environment
That's bullshit I ain't buyin' it
Been a killa since birth
It's in my blood
There's no denying it
We got our own constitution
Northerners organized
And believe it or not
This love amongst us
All sometimes disguised
Tried to hold a job
A couple of times
But fuck a nine to five
Suckas tellin' me what to do
I'd rather be shot and buried alive
Just let me ride
Let me kick it
Drink my 40's
I admit it
I'm addicted
I can't get enough
To shake it out my system
And my fellow homies feel the same
And out the trenches of the bay
Takin' it day by day
One step at a time
Closer to our grave

[Chorus] 2x

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE
YOC INFLUENCED
THE CLOCK IS TICKIN'

[Woodie]
Bullets fly
Quicker than the eyes
You was hittin' Mary-Jane
To ease the pain
Your homie died
Muthafucka I'm a ride
To the rallies on steel
I'm in the bushes camouflage
Ain't thinkin' 'bout no clientele
If I fail I'll rot in jail
And if I succeed
I'll burn in hell
So either way I'm fucked in these streets
The Bible says I live my life rough
Statistics say I'll die young
I can't disagree cuz I'm a
Fuckin' walkin' time bomb
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
To unleash a piece
Some 32 empty homies
That are dyin' to beat
The [?] flesh you wanna kill me
Sucka really
Ya'll the type that pull your strap
And shoot holes in the ceiling
And I get out for killin'
Sucka give it up
With your strap beside and ride
To the club and live it up

[Chorus] x3
Out to the cuts
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
In the bushes camouflaged
Waiting for my victim

[Woodie]
I never thought that I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
When I often sleepin' with my gun
50 dollars by my purse
Strap a sawed off one shot gauge
Since the a day I lay the blaze
I was stuck in evil ways
In amaze
At the power that it could devour
Strip that O.G. from his reputation
In the late night hour
Show shower let the situation sour funk
But ain't no stoppin' the poppin'
That gets the droppin' these pumps
I found my callin' and I
Hooked up with some natural born killas
Preferrin' 45 calibur's over 9 miler's
Survivals of the peelas
So I creep precaution
Steppin' out his skeleton
An I'm red chucks flossin', hoggin'
I'll be that muthafucka that you hate
Cuz you know I'll take that clip and
Slap it in and test your fate
And demonstrate the Yoc influenced
State of mind that I'm stuck
I'll be committin' sins wit a devilish grin
I gives a fuck

[Chorus] x4

[Woodie]
Creepin', crawlin'
Strap not fallin'
But got a box of ammo
For the weapon that I'm haulin'
The streets are callin'
So I'm comin' with artillery
And chucks and khakis
As I move up on my enemies
A pedigree soldier
Yeah that's were the foul
Northern Cal profile
Nothin' less I confess
I'm a sinner
But how can I show remorse
Cuz I can't afford to let the Bible
Throw me off course
I'm known to rivals
When I gotta make these
Sucka's skull crack
It could be better than
Havin' my chips and a yacht
And bet the whole stack
Do or die
Make these muthafuckas understand
That they're tryin' to touch
A particle that they can't comprehend
Can't pretend to be a soldier
When your a punk
Cuz it'll hold ya
Hog tied in the trunk
And name one chump
Run your mouth
And now your bent up like a slut
Should have kept your pistol cocked
Fuckin' with this Yoc murderer

[Chorus] x4

Out to the cuts [echoes out]

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE
YOC INFLUENCED
THESE STREETS ARE CALLIN ME

My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]

[Woodie]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas, but they only see the bar clouds
Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa
I dreamt the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirror
I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I live
Just another day to see what tomorrow's got to give
I'm addicted to the liquor
And at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce
And wonder, "How did my life get here?"
My ole goes in stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk
Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunk
My mother asks me everyday, "Are you still bangin?"
I lie and tell her, "No", but her heart knows I ain't changed none
I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes
And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright
I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me
But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
My mother prays that I quit the life I lead
Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me
And I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a souljah
I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over

[Woodie]
I'm a yoc influenced souljah taking chances
I'm levelin' with all my homeboys up in drug induced trances
Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies
To kill our enemies and not get concepts
My homie got shot in the spine, he's been paralyzed
I see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyes
I feel my anger rise as I think about his character
He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya
These streets are really fair, and that's a hard lesson learned
But you realize quick enough after up three time getting burned
The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they hold
You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]
That's my moto
Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle
Let this shit start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto [scrap killa]

[Chorus] - 2X

[Woodie]
Just got done
Creasin' up my khakis, put my nights on
I hear my homeboys outside honkin' the horn
I guess tonight's on
Grabbed the tray snubby
Give my moms a kiss goodbye
As I hop into the ride
She prays that I come home alive
I can't justify my life because I know I'm livin' raw
What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on
Tryin' to get along, with my rivals
Foo, you must be jokin'
What you smokin?
Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for fools approachin'
I'm tryin' to get ahead
Spitin' high-lead at these rivals ramped up
In this life of vega got me homicidal
Better check my vital signs
Since I'm livin half dead by the thoughts
Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head
Break a sweat up in my bed
Dude, the nightmares got my body tense
But still I'm prepared to die for this so called nonsense
Cuz everything is fucked up
The whole world is corrupt
I'll never switch up on my homies
So consider me stuck, fucked
I ain't trippin' though
Yeah my money's sittin' low
But still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor store
And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals
All my only necessities for survival

[Chorus] - 3X

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE FEAT. THE JACKA, COURTNEY, TRIGGAS, X.O.
NORTHERN EXPOZURE 4
NO SUCKAZ

[Courtney Triggs]
You wanna play wit the dopest
And I'm a put up the bounty
From Play To Win Records
All the way to Co. Co. County
I'm a let these niggas know
They ain't never been a factor
Called up X.O. and he hit that nigga Jacka
These niggas understand
I don't like the goodie goodies
On the highway, top drop,
Headed to see Woodie
Northerners and pit bulls and everything they like
These niggas came together
Made for give me the mic

[The Jacka]
It's the Jack, it's the Jack
Nigga it's The Jacka
One love to K-I-N-G
Don't let `em catch ya
It's the bitch ass detective that's
Really tryin' to stretch it
Got my nigga Bo locked
The whole Mob scattered out
Catchin' cases,
Change of faces, gettin' plotted out
So many nations
I guess a nigga gotta sav it out
On the run, hittin' banks
Still givin' thanks to the Mo Side
Survivin' in a place where most die
I'm suspended from space and time
Suspended form school so I just quit tryin'
Addicted to drugs, and the life of crime
Blastin' slugs at the police
And slugs at the other side
Slugs wit the big lead
20 G's will make your kin bleed
Keep sellin' crack, keep smokin' weed
Fuck the world
Life ain't all what it seems
I could have been a king
But I'd rather push cream, muthafucka

Chorus: [Courtney Triggs]
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From the streets to the pen
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From Play To Win Records
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From the streets to the pen
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From East Co. Co. Records
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz

[X.O]
You must have me twisted
I only fuck wit the real twisted cap
Bottoms up, until I hurl on the flask
In a instance, niggas get lifted
And they start on my experience
Niggas die if I wish it
Run the streets off instinct
We ain't niggas who wishin'
My heart weighs a ton
These niggas scared to bust the gizzun
I play for keeps, I play for G,
I play to win nigga
I swear I'm like the wizzun
I'm always fucked up
Cuz I lost when that shit gets dizzun
So muthafuck that bass
And muthafuck prison
I smash for the cash
Stay instructed wit all the casings
I'm always basin'
This shit is crazy
Why niggas hate me I just don't know
Maybe it's my flow
Maybe cuz I got that bitch on blow
Gang recognize game, bangin' X to the O
Unload and reload
I'm way worse than before
Don't fuck wit hoes still ill
All about my doe
X.O.

[Chorus]

[Woodie]
You can catch me in some dirty khakis
Wife beater wit a red belt swingin'
Bruce Lee say some cheese
But still drinkin' Old English
I'll bark ya like some rotts
I'm lockin' like a pit
So think again before you get to
Knockin' my shit bitch
I'm quick to leave you leakin'
Incapable of speakin'
While your bleedin'
Your homie's speedin'
Seekin' hospital treatment
Should have kept they mouth shut
Some just don't know when to quit
Usually I'm out the gate
Maybe one pass but that's it
I'm a hit
Ya'll gon' feel the wrath of fury
Of this crazy ass pale skinned Norteño
What the fuck you got to say ‘bout that
Shut your trap, save your breath
I would love to make your death excruciating
Bones protruding, shakin' nerves
A day no less
I fiend to make a mess again
I guess I lost my love within
Survivin' in the depths of these streets
It's a must to sin
I'm punchin' in and I ain't clockin' out until I'm finished
Pursin' danger slowly crossing names out my hit list

[Chorus]

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE FEAT. SHANNON SANDERS
DEMONZ -N- MY SLEEP
OFF NIGHT

[Woodie]
I step into a house party
Cortez's shinin'
Khakis creased up
Sharper than a diamond
I wasn't invited
So I might be out a place
I'm peepin' the scene
I feel no funk
But feel the bass
They bumpin' some of that
Northern Cali type a shit
Cold World Hustlers
Mac Dre and Brotha Lynch
I'm catchin' the vibe
The atmospheres I'm sweatin'
But still holdin' the nine
In case a homie got to bang
Directions one to one
When it comes to the sets
Cuz it just might be fun tonight
I usually don't expect it
See if your wandering eyes glancin' my way
Who'd a thought out on a
Saturday or a Friday

Chorus: 2X [Shannon Sanders]
Although it's an off night
It just might turn out right
Although it's an off night
Don't junk it till dawn light

[Woodie]
Three choices it appears to me
But the brunette with the booty is steering me
She's got them bright green eyes
Proper face, thick thighs
Tits average size
All in all she's the prize
I smoothly make my way across the room
My confidence is high
With three 40's consumed
Hit her with some small talk
Then back off some
If the conversation stops
It was a false alarm
She pursued to chop it up
And asked if I liked to groove
I said, "Baby I'm a gangster
When I dance I barley move"
So if that's cool with you
Then fo' sho' lets hit the floor
But I must admit
My specialty's to stop and get low

[Chorus] 2X

[Woodie]
The party's gettin' humid
And the heat I can't bear
So baby I'm a got out front
And get some fresh air
She said she'd like to go to
And asked, "Is that alright with you"
Not a problem
But I might just hit the liquor store or two
My Lark's down the block
And since the night's hot
If you want, it's convertible
So we can drop the top
Right there I had her caught
A fish on a hook
She was puddy in my hands
I could tell by her look
She asked if I was a playa
I said, "That life ain't for me"
Norteño from the Yoc
Now that's a different story
She fell for every word
She was lovin' me no doubt
Told my homies that I came with you
It's time I headed out
To the Lark, to the store, to my spot,
To the soft white imperals on my bed
I'm hittin' skins on and off [not yet]
Sometimes that's the way it goes
Tryin' to get crackin' on the Lincoln
It's all in the ass

[Chorus] 4X

 

[Chevy Man]

WOODIE FEAT. LIL LOS
YOC INFLUENCED
SHIT'S GONE STRANGE

[Woodie]
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
I kinda take in a back
And think about how things changed
We used to be homies
You flipped the script and now we rivals
I hear you gettin' punked fuckin' with them outsidaz
A ridah you?
Hell naw more like a bitch
You's a non loyall backstabbing cowardly snitch
My homies [?] fighting 25 to life for doin' dirt
So dont try to deny it sucka
He's got you paper worked
Should of kept you homies tight
And played your cards right
Instead you try to be that baller
End up owin' your life
And ain't no thang for me to rearange
Your friends of L.A.
The Yoc [??] pretains
So I maintain on the names
And everything has gone strange
But I'm still up in this shit
Even though my gang's diminished
To a five member click
And Blackbird is gone
But you never know how long
That muthafucka might just creep up
Leavin' two in your dome
And it's on

[Chorus]
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
We used to be homies
But you a rat infested rodent
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
We used to be homies
You flipped the script and now we rivals

[Lil' Los]
As my mind falls blind
To a cloud of smoke
Stroke chambers with my fingers and hope
Dirty blood spills tonight
Nine mills spit tight, hit right
Make your fade
When I set the flight
Good night, I reen
I mean not dreams
When I let loose
Induce 16 in your spleen
And produce another murder scene
My bullets fiend the teams of scream
From an auto machine
And put your ass to sleep, tweak
When I creep, peep
These sticky situations
Conceration's what I'm facin'
But there's no hesitations
When I relieve frustrations
The case is huh
You bruised my pride
But I refuse to loose
So I'll choose to ride my side
My folks no joke
Leave you smoked, toked no doubt
And I [?] move that you choose
[????] single doubt
Man there's lessons to be learned [learned]
Tables to be turned [turned]
Treason is the reason
For our bridges being burned
Scraps earn when our hollow tips drip
From the clip bitch
No shit, when my twist spits
And wipe you off my hitlist
And witness a bigness
And homies that will witness
At one time, but fuck why
He'll switch up with quickness
Your rediculous
And giving Northern Cal a bad name
Homies gonna get some grain
Damn shit's gone strange

[Chorus]

[Woodie]
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop

[Lil' Los]
Homies gonna get some grain
Damn shit's gone strange

[Woodie]
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
I kinda take in a back
And think about how things changed
We used to be homies
You flipped the script and now we rivals
I hear you gettin' punked fuckin' with them outsidaz
A ridah you?
Hell naw more like a bitch
You's a non loyall backstabbing cowardly snitch
My homies [?] fighting 25 to life for doin' dirt
So dont try to deny it sucka
He's got you paper worked
Should of kept you homies tight
And played your cards right
Instead you try to be that baller
End up owin' your life
And ain't no thang for me to rearange
Your friends of L.A.
The Yoc [??] pretains
So I maintain on the names
And everything has gone strange
But I'm still up in this shit
Even though my gang's diminished
To a five member click
And Blackbird is gone
But you never know how long
That muthafucka might just creep up
Leavin' two in your dome
And it's on

[Chorus]
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
We used to be homies
But you a rat infested rodent
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
We used to be homies
You flipped the script and now we rivals

[Lil' Los]
As my mind falls blind
To a cloud of smoke
Stroke chambers with my fingers and hope
Dirty blood spills tonight
Nine mills spit tight, hit right
Make your fade
When I set the flight
Good night, I reen
I mean not dreams
When I let loose
Induce 16 in your spleen
And produce another murder scene
My bullets fiend the teams of scream
From an auto machine
And put your ass to sleep, tweak
When I creep, peep
These sticky situations
Conceration's what I'm facin'
But there's no hesitations
When I relieve frustrations
The case is huh
You bruised my pride
But I refuse to loose
So I'll choose to ride my side
My folks no joke
Leave you smoked, toked no doubt
And I [?] move that you choose
[????] single doubt
Man there's lessons to be learned [learned]
Tables to be turned [turned]
Treason is the reason
For our bridges being burned
Scraps earn when our hollow tips drip
From the clip bitch
No shit, when my twist spits
And wipe you off my hitlist
And witness a bigness
And homies that will witness
At one time, but fuck why
He'll switch up with quickness
Your rediculous
And giving Northern Cal a bad name
Homies gonna get some grain
Damn shit's gone strange

[Chorus]

[Woodie]
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop

[Lil' Los]
Homies gonna get some grain
Damn shit's gone strange

 

[YOUNG VILLAIN]

LOL@"HOMIES GONNA GET SOME GRAIN". WHAT THE FUCK?? IM ALMOST POSITIVE ITS "HOMIES GOIN AGAINST THE GRAIN". GOOD LOOKIN OUT THO. WHERE'D YOU GET THOSE??

 

[JIM HAT]

The reason I moved this is because I was tryin to keep the other lyrics strait from Woodie and 100% correct. Thanks tho..

 

[Dankedout]

damn tight shit on those lyrics
late

 

[c0rn brEaD!]

i think he got thoze from here http://browse.lyrics.astraweb.com:2882/browse/bands/18/Woodie.html

 

[92live]

Jacka is killin' everyone with his lyrics on "No Suckaz", That boy spit that!

 

[WOODIE]

NICE ATTEMPT BUT ALOT OF 'EM AREN'T CORRECT.

 

[CURT B]

yo y'all fuct up on some lines but dope shit.

 

[Legman]

i think on "shitz gone strange" the chorus iz...now u a rat infested phony*** not rodent...but im not 100% sure...woodie might have to re do those lyricz fo ya buddy lol...good work tho

 

[JIM HAT]

Naw Woodie can't re do those, That would take day's... I just used the ones we already have and if he happens to add more then i will add them..

 

[Chevy Man]

yup, sure did get'em from that site yo. And thanx fo lettin me know Woodie, Much Luv...Im out!

 

[AnthonyCG]

[Woodie]
It's that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-P
Represent and I'll pretend
That W double O-D-I-E
That took the wild C up out of East Co. Co.
And let it be known
That there's some major shit
Crakin' off in the deep East Bay and G's roll
From block to block with automatic chops,
Removable stocks, and extra clips
And mob shots pushin' crank bombs
And yet these bottles make all of us flip

This is the mistake that caught my eye . Look it says "represent and I'll pretend". isnt it "representa non pretenda"

and it says "pushin crank bombs" WTF is that. What I hear is "pushin crank, bomb, X and yay/ these ballers make dollars flip.