Loco
Loco
When I was young I learned about cussin' drinkin' & puffin'
Smoking weed on the bus and now I result in bustin'
I'm on a mission to stack up my dolla, son on the way.
So I'm into hustling the streets, working maximum wage.
It's a hell of a way, to live life bustin' shots.
Never turn my back on my foes, or the cops.
Constantly harassing, and asking a hastle.
Cuz I stay sippin 40'z fuck drinkin' a snapple.
Sh-Sh-Shaking these hoes, I steady break em.
No memories of love in my past cuz I erased em.
From South San Diego North to where my hood at.
Drinkin' on the porch with my homeboys and hoodrats.
Fuck a bitch! Word to my homie Steebo.
Kick it smokin' cigarettes, drinkin' in my Deebo's.
One time passed fast, screaming aww shit!
I don't give a fuck, I'll be rappin' in garages.
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Another day comes. Well, another day goes by.
Will I die in my sleep? Or will I die when I open my eyes.
Souls tryin' hard to not leave my body.
Fuck the life homie I still wanna party.
Even my eyes can lie, when I'm drunk or high.
Stupid enough to drive. You do it too. Don't you fuckin lie.
One of the reasons why, next to you Coyote Ugly Lies.
It's not your fault homie, you were just drunk and high.
Come to realize, Jack Daniels knows whats right.
Everyones my dawg so lets get high tonight.
So time to stop the hate. No need to regulate.
If you can't handle your liqour homie, you don't need to stay.
You need to go away, go find another place.
Just that look on your face, looks like you'll catch a case.
So just go home, or take two to the dome.
If you ain't got a ride, look homie, theres a phone.
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Being punked was a lesson. Taken from a dream,
Teaching me to takin hits like a G no bullshittin'.
Little homie tryin to kick it, drinkin' liquor til' I'm spittin'
Shots of the tequilla hittin hard like Smith & Wesson
Watch me now, get lifted
From a bucket in the hood, to an assistant.
And a St. Ides got my eyes in a cry mode.
Here's to all my homies who died in a fire zone.
Hit the deck when I'm busting on civilians.
It's funny how a bag of weed, makes me millions.
All this gang activity sending me right to heaven.
Turn these streets into another 9-11
In the eyes of my enemies, his homies fallin'
Looking down the barrel of my 9 now he's ballin'
So I step on, continue to stack dolla how I can.
While I got the chance, I'll be fucking up the program.
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
LOCO
LOCO
Brains! LOCO
When I was young I learned about cussin' drinkin' & puffin'
Smoking weed on the bus and now I result in bustin'
I'm on a mission to stack up my dolla, son on the way.
So I'm into hustling the streets, working maximum wage.
It's a hell of a way, to live life bustin' shots.
Never turn my back on my foes, or the cops.
Constantly harassing, and asking a hastle.
Cuz I stay sippin 40'z fuck drinkin' a snapple.
Sh-Sh-Shaking these hoes, I steady break em.
No memories of love in my past cuz I erased em.
From South San Diego North to where my hood at.
Drinkin' on the porch with my homeboys and hoodrats.
Fuck a bitch! Word to my homie Steebo.
Kick it smokin' cigarettes, drinkin' in my Deebo's.
One time passed fast, screaming aww shit!
I don't give a fuck, I'll be rappin' in garages.
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Another day comes. Well, another day goes by.
Will I die in my sleep? Or will I die when I open my eyes.
Souls tryin' hard to not leave my body.
Fuck the life homie I still wanna party.
Even my eyes can lie, when I'm drunk or high.
Stupid enough to drive. You do it too. Don't you fuckin lie.
One of the reasons why, next to you Coyote Ugly Lies.
It's not your fault homie, you were just drunk and high.
Come to realize, Jack Daniels knows whats right.
Everyones my dawg so lets get high tonight.
So time to stop the hate. No need to regulate.
If you can't handle your liqour homie, you don't need to stay.
You need to go away, go find another place.
Just that look on your face, looks like you'll catch a case.
So just go home, or take two to the dome.
If you ain't got a ride, look homie, theres a phone.
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Being punked was a lesson. Taken from a dream,
Teaching me to takin hits like a G no bullshittin'.
Little homie tryin to kick it, drinkin' liquor til' I'm spittin'
Shots of the tequilla hittin hard like Smith & Wesson
Watch me now, get lifted
From a bucket in the hood, to an assistant.
And a St. Ides got my eyes in a cry mode.
Here's to all my homies who died in a fire zone.
Hit the deck when I'm busting on civilians.
It's funny how a bag of weed, makes me millions.
All this gang activity sending me right to heaven.
Turn these streets into another 9-11
In the eyes of my enemies, his homies fallin'
Looking down the barrel of my 9 now he's ballin'
So I step on, continue to stack dolla how I can.
While I got the chance, I'll be fucking up the program.
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
When we can hang. LOCO
We play no games. LOCO
When we gang bang. LOCO
Why you want to hate? LOCO
LOCO
LOCO
Brains! LOCO
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Writer(s): Jesus Ayala
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