Woodie - Yoc Influenced lyrics

(Woodie) I sling my nuts over my shoulder (shoulder) Discharge like a soldier Enemies fall to their back from the impact Of a tre five seven 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 b**h enough Got me amazed I blame it on the crack bag The gobble go the town snap The so called homies backstabbin' each other Damn what happened It got me laughin' I ain't trippin' Norte sidin' Sky Lark dippin' High performance line Dormanson's I tap that gas from dippin' '69 if you find That white Lark with cherry wine tide Sidin' through the Yoc It's a norteño 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 homies still gotta be deceased And come back 5 times before he's released At age 18 So I thought the streets done said About these punk police Convicted of 5 counts of murder All premeditated Wasn't gang enhancers Damn this sh** kept me understated And unlike you phony homies Status Snoop I never (?) Steady he stay ya'll like a soldier Pushin' steel ain't gettin' tallied Addin' stripes for my homie May the Lord see his loyalty And (?) look his sister 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' the (?) with me Got me amongst the dying breed If it was up to the Yoc, beats me All said 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 S. West 20th street f** it Yeah we West Twompsters We the ones that skip the talk Gotta get the co*k and 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 more you've lost 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 k**a Cali mentality East Co. Co. 5-1-0 The place ya never heard of Yes suburbia with murderers go Where the be servin' the most of Methamphetamines On triple beams So feeling they'll be dreams And this Antioch scene gots me trippin' They got me slappin' clips in I'm plottin' out some victims And wishin' and hopin' While I'm scuffling with my semi-auto Hollow tips rip sh** With visions of some sick sh** 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, f** But it ain't over Smokin' dosia Plottin' on his come up (echoes out) (Chorus x3)