SPEEDY LOC - Decoto 2 San Jo lyrics

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(feat. Bandit)

[Speedy Loc]

Ever since a youngsta I was gang related

The Norte Cama Islands I was affiliated

At a very young age I was down for mine

Throwin' up the 1-4 fuckin' every time

We beat them vatos down in them old days

It was hella crazed in the barrio I was raised

So we packed the gat in this town that I'm at

Decoto Killafornia where their homies be strapped

We rolled hella deep

Cuatro carros on the creep

Lookin' for a scrapa 'bout to put him to sleep

Cuz us Norteños love to put in work

Kill a fuckin' scrap and leave his ass in the dirt

And then they wonder

Why they goin' up under us

Sport the wrong color

Get you hit like thunder

Until my death I hold my rag up high

I'll be a Norteño til the day I die

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Straight northsider and we're buckin' 'em down

End it til I die representin' Dodge Town

Two Decoto loc's coming from the bay

Where scrap killins' all day everyday

[Bandit]

Yo just touchdown from the bay

See for silly

West Coast riders now I know you're feelin' me

We struggle done hit the streets

Structure comin' through

You sellin' dope

You better be sellin' for my crew

Mind straight

Conteplatin' on how and to clock a grip

Northside soldiers behind the walls

They claim we don't slip

I gots Young Speedy by my side

Now I'm ready to ride

We're in the camarada studio representin' northside

I'm known to take no shit

And settle petty issues

Call one shot and make your own folks diss you

Rippin' tissue

We'll leave your body twitchin' punk

Blood just spittin' up

Whole team of killers

Three strike candidates

So there ain't no givin' up

Slept two hours this weak

Prayin' to the gods til my lyrics peak

Somethin' to the fake players in the game

Lying to pull a ho

East Bay Gangster I know you know my name bro

Bandit, a real killer from the bay

No love for D-O's that's what I'll say

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[Speedy Loc]

Now look into the eyes of killa on the realla

Northside ridah creepin' wit the milla

Jackin' scrilla

Red hangin', norteño bangin'

Who-ridin' on these scraps and slangin'

I ain't never been a punk

So just take a trip through Decoto Killafornia

Where we pack them clips in

You can catch us hella deep up in the low-ride

Creepin' through the bay throwin' up northside

And I'll be puttin' it down from Decoto to Oaktown

Back to Frisco, San Jo, and Richtown

And every north city that's all flamed up

Where they're ready to buck and cut and not give a fuck

Cuz in that east bay scraps are straight gettin' stuck

Shanked like a mutha fucka thrown in the cuts

And we be doin' dirt and these sur's can't stand it

It's me Speedy Loc and that older homie Bandit

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