[Woodie] 

I sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder] 

Discharge like a solider 

enemies fall to the back from the impact 

of a tre five sev (357 ) 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 got the town snappin' 

So called homies backstabbin' each other 

Damn what happened 

It got me laughin' 

I ain't trippin' Norte sidin' 

Sky Lark dippin' 

High performance lyin' 

Dormanson's 

I tap that gas we dippin' 

'69 if you find 

That white Lark with cherry wine tide 

Sidin' through the Yoc 

It's a norte±o 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 

Swipped off the streets 

And set up by these punk police 

Convicted of 5 counts of murder 

All premeditated 

Plus some gang enhancements 

Damn this shit can't be understated 

And unlike you phony homies 

Status Snoop ain't never ratted 

Steady he stay ya'll like a soldier 

Pushin' steel an gettin' tatted (tatoo'ed) 

Added stripes for my homie 

May the Lord see his loyalty 

And overlook his sins 

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' to stride with me 

Got me amongst a dying breed 

If it was up to the Yoc, beats 

We'd all sit 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 

Fuck it 

Yeah we West Twompsters 

We the ones that skip the talk 

and to get to cockin' 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 gold you floss 

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 though 

And they be servin' the most of 

Methamphetamines 

On triple beams 

Fulfilling dope fiend dreams 

And this Antioch scene gots me trippin' 

It got me slappin' clips in 

I'm plottin' out some victims 

And wishin' and hopin' 

While I'm scopein' 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, fucked 

But it ain't over 

Smokin' dosia 

Plottin' on his come up [echoes out] 



[Chorus] x3