Coyote - 3 Lokos (feat. Shaquille O’Neal) lyrics

¡Te voy a arrancar la cabeza!
I'm gonna chop your head off!
¡A ti no te voy a tener compasión!

Shut the fuck up
Put your fucking guns up
They look at me and think
"Man that's a loco motherfucker"
The young homie trappin' out the lunch truck
If you tryna rob on me and pushy?
He gon' puck puck

Yeah!

Don't try to play me for no junkie
On the internet, he's hard
But in real life, he Humpty Dumpty
Crackin' under pressure like
A wide bitch with no sunscreen
I don't ride no waves, man
I go under, I'm like submarines



I just got a mani
Hands are lookin' beautiful
You look like you won't shower
You got dirt under your cuticles
You talkin' shit, but I can't hеar you
From your cubicles
I text your lady, told her
Don't shavе off your pubicles

I'm well-known all across the line
Who want the smoke, watch me turn
Into a rasta, man

Blacka, blacka!

I'm one loco Mexican
I bring a knife to a gunfight
I'm crazy, son

Ain't no love where I rest my head
Sleep with a vest, coming live
From the wild wild west (puta)
Hundred thousand men, that ain't no flex
I've seen the youngins make a millie off
Of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)
Even tough guys drop like flies
'Cause where I'm from, shit
Not even the strong survive (puta)
Let's make a toast 'cause we're still alive
'Cause where I'm from, shit
Not even the strong survive (woo-ah)

Yeah
They'd rather see us dead
Or locked up in the penitentiary
Sleep with body armor
For the weapons formed against me
I'm a big dog, you a poodle, you a frenchie
I don't wanna be involved if it ain't 'bout a Benji

Leave me alone, I'm packing a chrome
I would hate to go to jail for killing one of my own
These hoes the same, I'm surrounded by clones
Face pretty, head trash, what a waste of a dome

Sneak up out a house, yeah, I had to tippy-toe
I'm so grimy, but I'm still pretty though
Premeditated murder, bullet to your chakra
I chop your nuts off and hand them to your partner

You can hate, but I gotta do what I gotta do
Turning white to addicts before they're 22
See unfamiliar faces, I'm like, "Who the fuck is you?"
I'm going apeshit, I belong inside a fucking zoo

I play with these hoes, not no Yu-Gi-Oh
This is real life, no, not no movie roll
If it was, I'd be Peter Pan and you Rufio
I got the laundry detergent for all you Susie O's

Ain't no love where I rest my head
Sleep with a vest, coming live
From the wild wild west (puta)
Hundred thousand men, that ain't no flex
I've seen the youngins make a millie off
Of fraudulent checks (woo-ah)
Even tough guys drop like flies
'Cause where I'm from, shit
Not even the strong survive (puta)
Let's make a toast 'cause we're still alive
'Cause where I'm from, shit
Not even the strong survive (woo-ah)

They think I'm on the brink of my insanity
If he ain't spitting like this
For the money, then what can it be?
Momma managed me, Papa was in the military
I come from The Bricks where
The option is just the cemetery

I get in the mix opposite of the Ben & Jerry's
I did it for kicks, like my position was fenétaires
Y'all forgot I'm the doc, go get your dictionaries
Then you can get your pictures ready for obituaries

Unpredictable
Penmanship is the principle
Invincible
To any instruments I put my mental to

Lyrically, you are not a schnick
If you don't get the fool
Irresistible, it's time to make
The truth admissible

Skills miserable
Mistaken things she kills (decibel)
Make you missable
You already know my physical

Made the earth liftable
And anybody trying to get on a song,
I promise I'ma make your verse skippable

I heard you had it then
But not today though
Don't tell him where I might go
Tonight's show, today's show
I'm in the drop, way low, ride with fuego
They call me Papi Grande el Padrino Negro