Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yoc Influenced (Feat. Lil Los), artist - Woodie
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Yoc Influenced (Feat. Lil Los) |
I sling my nuts over my shoulder |
Then charge 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' |
Skylark 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 |
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 |
My homie Snoop gotta be deceased |
And come back 5 times before he’s released |
At age 18 swiped off the streets and set up by 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 Ain’t never ratted |
Steady he stay ya’ll like a soldier |
Pushin' steel and gettin' tatted |
Addin' stripes for my homie |
May the Lord see his loyalty |
And overlook look his sins |
When he dies |
And let him live in royalty |
Got my gang livin' violently |
For homies steppin' to strife with me |
Got me amongst the dying breed |
If it was up to the Yoc Police |
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 monsters |
Label it S. West 20th street |
Fuck it, Yeah we West Twompsters |
We the ones that skip the talk |
Gotta get to cockin hammers |
If they mess with the clip of hollow tips |
Cuz you punks don’t have no manners |
Fuck 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 |
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 fucked |
But it ain’t over |
Smokin' dosha |
Plottin' on his come up |