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Woodie lyrics : "Yoc Influenced"

[Woodie]
I sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder]
To charge like a soldier

Enemies fall to the back from the impact
Of a tre 5 sev 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 (*##$ 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 norteno 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
So I thought the streets

And set up by these punk police
Convicted of 5 counts of murder
All premeditated

Plus some gang enhancers
Damn this %#@! kept me understated
And unlike you phony homies

Status Snoop aint never ratted
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 over look his sins

When he dies
And let him live in royalty
That wild 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 as West 20th street
$#&@ it

Yeah we West Twompsters
We the ones that skip the talk
Gotta get the @@#! 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 killa 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 %#@!

With visions of some sick %#@!
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, $#&@

But it ain't over
Smokin' dosia
Plottin' on his come up [echoes out]

[Chorus] x3

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