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red killa - big lokote lyrics

[intro]
h*llo?
hey what’s up homie, hey theres some f*cking puto norteños over here dawg
theres like ten, fifteen, twenty of ’em at the door with cuetes homie
i’m out numbered, what i’m i gonna do holmes, caile
don’t trip ese, hey woody, dreamer
hey homie sneaks, vámonos homie, grab the f*cking fuskas ese

[verse 1]
sur side (that’s right), world wide
and if you’re down with the rojo, you b*tches must die
we’re on the way to busterville, rolling four deep
about to bring el día de los muertos to your f*cking streets
four hours later, we’re at the homies chante
now we’re cruising in your barrio ready to spill leva sangre
we spit some f*cking muertas in a ’59 impala
mac*90 three tec*9’s and a box full of cagadas
so i did a three*wheel, and bust a u*turn
2*double o*1, black lincoln town car
making pavement f*cking burn (simon)
we catch up to you in the alley
your life’s about to come to an end
we jump out of the f*cking ride, and see you b*tches sporting red
we all unload the cuernos, your bodies are full of lead
getting slaughter by the trece, is what you b*tches dread
i see your souls come out your cuerpo, after you b*tches were dead
along with gun smoke coming out your wounds and heads
[hook]
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller

[verse 2]
putting in work again, trece times more f*cking crazy
b*i*g l*o*k*o*t*e, m*th*f*ckers cannot phase me
blue paño on my cara, ready to go to some f*cking tierra
rolling up nor*tontas, taking off all their f*cking ferias
all of you busters say whatever, but we’re leaving you in f*cking terror
getting brave in front of a f*cking computer but all of you b*tches will be taken care of
b*tches back up the brothers before you even try to back up the raza
you even walk and talk like them, all of you b*tches straight up la cagan
it would be homie love and firme, if i could have, trece wishes
and bury you b*tches alive, in cement filled f*cking ditches
cut you a f*cking small on your neck, incision from your assh0l* to your chest
sn*tch up your f*cking cantinas and put you pesetas straight to rest (cuatro flats)
cuatro flats es mi barrio, with the chromo in my hand
f*ck all your f*cking barrios, from buster*land
don’t try to f*cking deny, don’t you even try to fade
you b*tches are sh*tting in your pants, cause all your lives are all at stake
[hook]
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller

[verse 3]
check this out farmeras, i don’t tell no lies
we always moving in to your barrios, but you don’t move in mine
cause southside’s f*cking deep, controlamos all the streets
another farmer bl**dy vato covered under a white sheet
with a bunch of f*cking blades, shoved deep in his throat
and threw him in to the lake, just to see if caca floats
a best delencia de lo muerto, f*cking rotten cuerpo
your skull is broke wide open with maggots in your sesos
your homeboys and hynas, sit back in straight disbelief
cause the trece had black*hearted, real k!lling machines
so don’t talk your sh*t like wh0res, cause you’ll never win the war
we’ll mutilate you with the chainsaw, after we kick down your door
i’m the sickest m*th*f*cker, on these f*ckin’ tracks
gang banging for the surside, putting it down for all the flats
under the united gangsters, of that surside f*cking blue
southern cali f*cking cholos, we’ll always blast on you
[hook]
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller
the red k!ller, the red k!ller, the red k!ller*k!ller

- big lokote lyrics

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