[Woodie] It's that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-P Represent and I'll pretend That W double O-D-I-E That took the Y-O-C up out of East Co. Co. And let it be known
[Speaking: Woodie] Yeah this one for my boy Blackbird This your boy Woodie homie Still down here struggling dog Be there in a minute It's me, Lil' Los
I'm a keep livin' my life how it has to be, Tryna win in this life of sin Tryin to win in this life of sin, Sometimes I wish this life would end, To
[Verse: Woodie] From ammunition decisions to choppin' game with precision I've learned my inner visions maintain my insane livin' My achievements in
us! [Chorus:] Nod your head as you listen east co co hit (Northern cali dippin) nod your head as you listen east co co hit (Northern cali dippin) [Woodie
I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' tread Will I live through that Yoc life
for what it's worth but recognize a blood spiller So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me Take chances again if they under estimate me [Woodie
don't worry [Woodie:] Just not in the flesh Woodie watching over all of us [Blackbird:] Whenever you wanna talk to me, I'll be listening don't worry [Woodie
Much Pride North Side Of The Golden State It's Woodie Wood From The A-N-T-I-O-C-H Where The Crack Bags Potent And The Pigs Are Deep For Every New Batch
Lark with cherry wine tide Sidin' through the Yoc It's a norteno type of the line style [Chorus x2: Woodie] I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride You
Pray To The Lord My So He'll Keep When I Die In This Life Of Hate I Pray To The Lord My Soul He'll Take [Woodie:] In This Life Of Sin God Tell Me Where
My Kickback Behavior, And I Cant Stop, Wont Stop, I Smoke Pot Til My Casket Drops, I Luve The Steady Callin So I Gotta Drop A 10 Spot Yea Woodies Caught
keep that shit alive, Keep the story alive for the youngsters and shit, Show em what a real soldier does when he's caught behind enemy lines. [Woodie
already swallowed But we hangin' on with a left hand grip while our right hands buckin' hollowz Hollerin' Yoc life... Norte... fuck thirteen... catorce I earn a stripe for the norte side every scrap life
[Verse 1: Shadow] [Chorus: x2] This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind
