Yoc Influenced LYRICS

[lVleNaCe]

Artist: Woodie
Album: Yoc Influenced
Song: 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

 

[lVleNaCe]

Artist: Woodie
Album: Yoc Influenced
Song: Norte Sidin'

Much pride north side of the golden state
It's woodie wood from the a-n-t-i-o-c-h
Where the crack bags potent
And the pigs are deep
For every new batch could happen to go sleep
And I creep in a 69 lark for dark
Parking up the block on rallies
Chrome shining like jark
Swinging sideways the highways up there aiming for brains
With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes
Shits gone strange but i was up in funk before that
So nothings really changed in this yoc life format
Homies gone or doing time so they putting it deep
But we some norte sidin ridin 90 bumping with heat (with beat)
Waking out the windows spitting yoc life lingo
(that shits so tight it makes my ears tingle)
I seen gold shot duce duces all it takes
Still rattled up these crazy killas bearing for state
But I prefer to talk a tray five save on my nuts
So I can hit them with a gunshot fuckin them up

(Chorus X2)
Living in the skirts of the eastbay co co county
Cranking buns to keep the ballers paid
But you cant fade when the soldiers get to riding
Fire it up fire it up
Norte Sidin

Yoc Influenced what the fuck does it mean
It's the reason why I'M cocking back and blowing out your spleen
It could mean that your all about your green and copping c notes
Or rolling on the triple gold's where and folks are serving bedos
Might have you flossing with your town soiled up
Or hit the county you a bitch or a snitch your getting rolled up
So I'M a solidified yoc swinga a malt liqueur drinker a fuckin deep thinker
Until I hit the grave better count me as a factor
Cause I aint ever been out shooting blanks hauling with actor
Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town
Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand living bound
Back in 92 only a few busters ridin
93 grew out these fools south siding
94 we kept the pistol chamber smoking
95 realized the yoc aint joking
96 had the homies prove they swanging
Thats all good but why'd you fools quit banging
97 fuck it i aint even trippin load the homies that I got even more
And keep dipping let the record state
In 98 shall I die write the words in my obituary for the north side I serve

(Chorus X2)

Living life strapped put a target on a scrap
And imma hit a bullseye cause its like that
Woodies only hated for the fact im gang related
Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it
Living life strapped put a target on a scrap
And imma hit a bulls eye cause its like that
Woodies only hated for the fact I'M gang related
Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it

(Chorus till end)

 

[lVleNaCe]

Artist: Woodie f/ Lil' Los
Album: Yoc Influenced
Song: 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

 

[lVleNaCe]

Artist: Woodie
Album: Yoc Influenced
Song: 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]

 

[lVleNaCe]

Artist: Woodie f/ Lil' Los
Album: Yoc Influenced
Song: Yoc Influenced

[Woodie]
I sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder]
Discharge like a soldier
Enemies fall to their back from the impact
Of a tre five seven 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 Y-O-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] x 2.5

[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] 3x