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loco negro - i'm the shit lyrics

[intro: conejo]
ernie g. what’s up homeboy
this big g rabbs
i told these m-th-f-ckas
i’m the sh-t
shout out to the homeboy stomper, loco negro, bozo
skm all day – notorious comando

[verse 1: stomper]
we back in action homie
welcome home b.o
it’s all love since day one
you already know
you know how it goes
going have to change with the times
you’re my heart m-th-f-cker
see you been on my mind
don’t even trip
yeah that’s on the peewees click
it’s 76 to the death
you know we ride for your sh-t
it’s new pick till the death
you’re my very last breath
to all my homies doing time
nothing but love & respect
we on the west
you know we doing the most
loco negro in the house
with that proper dos
here’s a toast to the ones
who made it possible man
big stomps, ernie g
big c-o-n
them instigators wanna hate
and put an end to this sh-t
but in the streets we banging peace
you know we all in the mix
we stay sippin’
m-th-f-ckas know we high off the dro
and it’s a cold f-cking world
its all that we know

[verse 2: bozo]
revenge is a promise
doing dirt is an obligation
so off top i’m a tell you my affiliation
my motivation is still that new pick
gettin’ cash all day
and depositing the check
i’m on deck lil mama
don’t you like that sh-t?
i’m a man so determined by the cash i get
see i was broke as a youngin’
now i’m rubbin’ on a honey
with a -ss like j lo
back in 98′
no explanation needed
i give the streets what they needin’
i’m the dope man b-tch
i got you m-th-f-ckers fiendin’
i got crack music
methamphetamine flow
ecstasy through the speakers
you should hear me roll
i’m heroin to the b-tches for a taste of flow
got it on lock like a level 4
speaking of level 4
i say whats up to my little homies
doing all day
behind the death of your lil homies

[verse 3: loco negro]
you ain’t heard?
you playing demons with your guard up
i bring the yard down
you bring the yard up
acting like a high roller
baby momma i’m dope
and she pushing 3 strollers
i sold kilos to the blacks
c-ke game on lock
all they do is sell crack
you ain’t no m-th-f-cken man
you stuck on the pookie
you smoked your last gram too
and you treat it like p-ssy
tell me you can do better
than this fly mexicano
drinking out the bottle
getting head on the leather
they got paper work on you
if you ever go back
i see death around the corner
man i call it a wrap
retaliation’s a must
then i’m hittin’ the cut
i got too much to lose
boy to f-ck it all up
this game is a b-tch
it’ll wear your -ss down
cook you like the sun
and paint your skin down
out here street knowledge more important than college
in the city by the coast
gotta rep for the valle
in my low low
with blood on a polo
i do this all day
you just don’t know

[hook: bozo]
and i’m the m-th-f-cken sh-t
and i could tell that you ain’t sh-t
and i’m the m-th-f-cken sh-t
and i could tell that you ain’t sh-t

[verse 4: manny b]
i seen some cold nights & bl–dy days
young soldiers stuck in they way
straight lost in this maze
making mothers praise the lord
cause they heard [?]
rosaries & candles on the corner
please let us pray
for our young men
born to slang yay
cause they tired of making what?
making minimum wage
[?] man carries the gage for anyone
trying to get in their way
[?] with many homies under their graves
due to cash from the other side
a few of the same
los scandalous
where gangs claim the turf that they bang
and where youngin after 12 years of age
already got a nice aim
man this sh-t is insane
cause we all want a piece
yeah a piece of the same
where we blinded by the thought
of us trying to make a name
scared to break the chains
cause we ain’t ready for change
ask the masons
its a shame what we go through these days

[verse 5: buyo]
i get the last verse
buyo ride the he-rs-
i dig a hole & lay down the words
as i take you on a journey
to them crack days
you either flip or you lose
now that’s how crime pays
pompeii in the hood
cause the block so hot
and theses haters wanna see me shot
blawp blawp
fell down but i got back up
came back & sprayed these m-th-f-ckas up
and that’s whats up
throw up your hood
cause it’s gangland fool
duct tape – home invasions
means your -ss is through
in a black monte carlo
b-mping c-o-n
g sh-t – high cali
when the west is in
bozo – stomper
loco negro
it’s the west side
we beefing with whoever
crip, blood or ese
no matter the weather
my ambitions as a rider
you best know better

[outro: conejo]
homie its big g rabbs
you know what it is big dog
i’m the m-th-f-cken sh-t

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