f/ Lil' Los            [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 bitch 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 shit 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      Fuck it      Yeah we West Twompsters      We the ones that skip the talk      Gotta get the cock 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] x 2.5            [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 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, fuck      But it ain't over      Smokin' dosia      Plottin' on his come up [echoes out]            [Chorus] 3x