Locotes Lyrics - Cypress Hill Iii (temples Of Boom) - Cypress Hill

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 

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 

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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 gatt 

But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back 

Photos 

'Two' thievery 'One' robbery 'One' robbery 

'Cause jackin' is my hobby 

Give out that money, jewlery 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 187. 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 

Right here homes 

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