Woodie, Lil’ Los - Yoc Influenced lyrics

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-IE 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
That Y-O-C, L-IF-E
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

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-IE 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
That Y-O-C, L-IF-E
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