Locotes
Cypress Hill Lyrics
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When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya
Think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your feria
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop 'til I get done
Sometimes I don't even need my GAT
But shit's getting deep and I gotta
Blast back to thievery one robbery one robbery
Cuz jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the 85 mustang
One-time got me on the radar
Trucha! And you don't stop 'til I'm done
Now the puercos got me on the run
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith & Wesson
Taking out all my aggression
Check it out, you're looking at the jefe
Of that clica with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the cohete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The robbery don't stop 'til I get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the puercos got me on the run
From barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, Oh Cesario
Hanging out with Mario
Looking for a place to hide on the Westside
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til I'm done
Now the one-time got me on the run
One-time's not down with us
Now they're lookin for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vato like me
Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate! What's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho sipping borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your padre
This is for the time you would give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on! I took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
I thought I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be runnin'
Last thing I heard was the fuckin GAT hummin
The lyrics of Cypress Hill’s song “Locotes” portray the actions and mindset of a thief who is willing to take anything and everything from anyone he comes across. The chorus warns that turning one’s back on the singer will lead to his sneaky and wicked method of stealing from them. He is relentless in his pursuit of riches, committed to thievery till he completes it, without any regard to the consequences. He even brags about robbing people for fun and references some people that he has acquainted himself with on the run.
The underlying theme of the song is the culture of gang violence and crime in urban areas. Cypress Hill, often considered a pioneer in the sub-genre of Latino hip-hop, made no secret of their pride in their heritage and upbringing in the South Central Los Angeles barrio. The song’s lyrics reveal a deep-rooted anger and frustration of young boys who have grown up with a sense of disenfranchisement and have been pushed toward a life of crime with no other realistic options. It portrays the harsh reality of a world where success is measured by material possessions, and the only way to acquire them is from taking them from another.
Line by Line Meaning
You don't want to turn your back on me
Be cautious of me and don't betray me.
When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method
I'll catch you off-guard with my sneaky tactics.
I'm creepin' on ya
I'm stalking you and keeping tabs on your whereabouts.
Think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
Imagine your friends getting hurt because of you.
It's the locote coming out the bote
This is my true self revealing itself.
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
I have a new plan to rob someone tonight.
Give me your feria
Give me your money.
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
If you don't give me your money, someone else will forcefully take it.
Off and bury ya in the Eastside area
If you resist, you might get killed and buried in the Eastside area.
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
I'm counting down to when I'll commit robbery.
The thievery don't stop 'til I get done
I'll keep thieving until I get caught or succeed.
Sometimes I don't even need my GAT
I don't always need a gun to rob people.
But shit's getting deep and I gotta
But when things get tense, I'll use force if necessary.
Blast back to thievery one robbery one robbery
I'm going back to robbery once again after being caught last time.
Cuz jacking is my hobby
Stealing is what I enjoy doing in my free time.
Give me that money, jewelry and your keys
Hand over your cash, valuables, and car keys.
To the five-o outside on deez
I'll take those things and give them to the cops outside.
Later, out with the 85 mustang
I'll drive away in my 85 mustang car.
One-time got me on the radar
The cops are after me now.
Trucha! And you don't stop 'til I'm done
Be careful and don't let your guard down until I've finished stealing from you.
Now the puercos got me on the run
Now, the police are chasing me and I'm running away.
Check it out, you're looking at the jefe
Look at me, I'm the leader of my crew.
Of that clica with the big bad trece
I'm the chief of the gang with the bad reputation.
I teach you a lesson, no question
I'll make an example out of you without any doubt.
Get your ass out now you're passing out
Leave now, or I'll put you to sleep.
When you look at the cohete
When you see my gun.
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Some people rob for entertainment.
From barrio to barrio
I travel from neighborhood to neighborhood.
Looking for anybody, Oh Cesario
I'm searching for anyone to rob, including Cesario.
Hanging out with Mario
I'm chilling with my buddy Mario.
Looking for a place to hide on the Westside
I'm searching for a spot to hide from the police on the Westside.
Spank got my back over there right
My friend Spank is looking out for me over there.
Now the one-time got me on the run
Again, the police are chasing me and I'm fleeing.
One-time's not down with us
The police don't support or approve of our gang lifestyle.
Now they're lookin for my ride, but I'm on the bus
They are searching for my car, but I'm using public transportation to hide.
Don't turn your back on a vato like me
Don't trust or underestimate someone like me.
Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in need
I'm poor and desperate, so I have to rob to survive.
Desperate! What's going on in the mente
I'm extremely desperate and don't know what to do.
Taking from the rich and not from my gente
I'm stealing from richer people and not my own community.
Look at that gabacho sipping borracho from the cerveza
Look at that white guy getting drunk off his beer.
He's sipping, no me vale, madre
He's drinking and doesn't care about anything else, not even his mother.
Gabacho pray to your padre
White guy, pray to your father (to help you).
This is for the time you would give me the jale
I'm robbing you now because of what you did to me in the past.
This ol motherfucker, got him a gun
I have an old gun that I'm using for robbery.
Bla-on! I took one to the kneecap
I got shot in the knee during a robbery.
Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap
I got scared and dropped my gun due to the unexpected scenario.
Now I'm about to meet my maker
Now, I'm dying and about to meet my creator (God).
I thought I had it all, figured it out for the paper
I thought I had everything under control and knew how to make money.
No longer will I be runnin'
I'll no longer be running or robbing anyone anymore.
Last thing I heard was the fuckin GAT hummin'
The last thing I heard before dying was the sound of my gun.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
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