Представляем точный текст композиции "Decoto 2 San Jo" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Speedy Loc . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Decoto 2 San Jo» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Speedy Loc передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Speedy Loc - "Decoto 2 San Jo"
Lyrics to Decoto 2 San Jo : (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 Im 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 Nortenos 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 Ill be a Norteno til the day I die [Chorus] Straight northsider and were buckin em down End it til I die representin Dodge Town Two Decoto locs 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 youre 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 dont slip I gots Young Speedy by my side Now Im ready to ride Were in the camarada studio representin northside Im known to take no shit And settle petty issues Call one shot and make your own folks diss you Rippin tissue Well leave your body twitchin punk Blood just spittin up Whole team of killers Three strike candidates So there aint 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-Os thats what Ill say [Chorus] [Speedy Loc] Now look into the eyes of killa on the realla Northside ridah creepin wit the milla Jackin scrilla Red hangin, norteno bangin Who-ridin on these scraps and slangin I aint 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 Ill be puttin it down from Decoto to Oaktown Back to Frisco, San Jo, and Richtown And every north city thats all flamed up Where theyre 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 surs cant stand it Its me Speedy Loc and that older homie Bandit [Chorus] [ Decoto 2 San Jo Lyrics ]
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