Woodie

Woodie - Yoc influenced Lyrics

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[Woodie]

I sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder]

Discharge like a solider

enemies fall to the back from the impact

of a tre five sev (357 ) revolver

W double O-D-I-E 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 got the town snappin'

So called homies backstabbin' each other

Damn what happened

It got me laughin'

I ain't trippin' Norte sidin'

Sky Lark dippin'

High performance lyin'

Dormanson's

I tap that gas we dippin'

'69 if you find

That white Lark with cherry wine tide

Sidin' through the Yoc

It's a norte±o type of the line style

Chorus: x2 [Woodie]

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

[Woodie]

My homie Snoop gotta be deceased

And come back 5 times before he's released

At age 18

Swipped off the streets

And set up by these punk police

Convicted of 5 counts of murder

All premeditated

Plus some gang enhancements

Damn this shit can't be understated

And unlike you phony homies

Status Snoop ain't never ratted

Steady he stay ya'll like a soldier

Pushin' steel an gettin' tatted (tatoo'ed)

Added stripes for my homie

May the Lord see his loyalty

And overlook his sins

When he dies

And let him live in royalty

That Y-O-C, L-I-F-E

Got my gang livin' violently

For homies stabbin' to stride with me

Got me amongst a dying breed

If it was up to the Yoc, beats

We'd all sit 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 mobsters

Label it as West 20th street

Fuck it

Yeah we West Twompsters

We the ones that skip the talk

and to get to cockin' hammers

If they mess with the clip of hollow tips

Cuz you punks don't have no manners

Watch your standards

Think of the rankings earned

By how much gold you floss

Better count that as a loss

When I creep in

Dirty cactus split yo knot

[Chorus] x2.5

[Lil' Los]

Yoc influenced

I'd never know I'd grow up to do this

Pursue this life of struggle and strife

And hunt when I sooth this pain in my brain

When I sprinkle hot grain

Remain, tame my pistol smoke

Toke yo folks in vain insane, no

It's killa Cali mentality

East Co. Co. 5-1-0

The place ya never heard of

Yes suburbia with murderers though

And they be servin' the most of

Methamphetamines

On triple beams

Fulfilling dope fiend dreams

And this Antioch scene gots me trippin'

It got me slappin' clips in

I'm plottin' out some victims

And wishin' and hopin'

While I'm scopein' with my semi-auto

Hollow tips rip shit

With visions of some sick shit

But in meanwhile no smiles

Cuz these hater's shady styles

Got me loadin' magazines

For apposing tears I got for miles

And these rat infested trials

Set it up to leave Snoop, fucked

But it ain't over

Smokin' dosia

Plottin' on his come up [echoes out]

[Chorus] x3

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