Текст песни Speedy Loc f Bandit - Decoto 2 San Jo
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[Speedy Loc]Ever since a youngsta I was gang relatedThe Norte Cama Islands I was affiliatedAt a very young age I was down for mineThrowin` up the 1-4 fuckin` every timeWe beat them vatos down in them old daysIt was hella crazed in the barrio I was raisedSo we packed the gat in this town that I`m atDecoto Killafornia where their homies be strappedWe rolled hella deepCuatro carros on the creepLookin` for a scrapa `bout to put him to sleepCuz us Norteсos love to put in workKill a fuckin` scrap and leave his ass in the dirtAnd then they wonderWhy they goin` up under usSport the wrong colorGet you hit like thunderUntil my death I hold my rag up highI`ll be a Norteсo til the day I die[Chorus]Straight northsider and we`re buckin` `em downEnd it til I die representin` Dodge TownTwo Decoto loc`s coming from the bayWhere scrap killins` all day everyday[Bandit]Yo just touchdown from the baySee for sillyWest Coast riders now I know you`re feelin` meWe struggle done hit the streetsStructure comin` throughYou sellin` dopeYou better be sellin` for my crewMind straightConteplatin` on how and to clock a gripNorthside soldiers behind the wallsThey claim we don`t slipI gots Young Speedy by my sideNow I`m ready to rideWe`re in the camarada studio representin` northsideI`m known to take no shitAnd settle petty issuesCall one shot and make your own folks diss youRippin` tissueWe`ll leave your body twitchin` punkBlood just spittin` upWhole team of killersThree strike candidatesSo there ain`t no givin` upSlept two hours this weakPrayin` to the gods til my lyrics peakSomethin` to the fake players in the gameLying to pull a hoEast Bay Gangster I know you know my name broBandit, a real killer from the bayNo love for D-O`s that`s what I`ll say[Chorus][Speedy Loc]Now look into the eyes of killa on the reallaNorthside ridah creepin` wit the millaJackin` scrillaRed hangin`, norteсo bangin`Who-ridin` on these scraps and slangin`I ain`t never been a punkSo just take a trip through Decoto KillaforniaWhere we pack them clips inYou can catch us hella deep up in the low-rideCreepin` through the bay throwin` up northsideAnd I`ll be puttin` it down from Decoto to OaktownBack to Frisco, San Jo, and RichtownAnd every north city that`s all flamed upWhere they`re ready to buck and cut and not give a fuckCuz in that east bay scraps are straight gettin` stuckShanked like a mutha fucka thrown in the cutsAnd we be doin` dirt and these sur`s can`t stand itIt`s me Speedy Loc and that older homie Bandit[Chorus]