Flow Original - Mr. Yosie Locote

Mr. Yosie Locote

Baby Wanks Beats

South Side

Flow original

Saca la fusca rapido dale

No se las piense hay que jalarle

Somos malandros locos de calle

Y muchos putos quieren copiarme

Yo soy real original

Y en la Florencia usted me vera

Entre pelones puro pirata

Aqui mi gente los desbarata

Dicen que topan se pegan tiros

Si para hacerlo piden permiso

Visten de rojo pinches putitos

No son de barrio donde lo oido

Sigo tirando para los falsos

Quieren malandros aqui yo traigo

Quiere ser cholo ven a mi barrio

Para explicarte ya no seas falso

Andan brincando de un barrio a otro

Luego lo niegan lo niegan todo

Ser de una clicka una pandilla

Eso es de orgullo la raza rifa

Tiro la F de Santa Chila

Y todo ese nisia Califa

Somos la raza somos pandilla

Puros carnales tirando esquina

Suena el flow original

Rimas callejeras deste loco criminal

Riman y quieren copiar (copean)

Yo soy el maestro siempre les tiro south side

Nomas lo piensan y no lo sienten

Por eso nunca van a entenderme

Para cantarlo hay que vivirlo

Sentir la calle y sus peligro

Le camine de un lado a otro

Amanezia y yo bien loco

Siempre en la calle viendo el desmadre

Pleitos y riñas pobres hay hambre

Niños creciendo entre pandillas

Nomas esperan meterse un dia

Nunca lo miran nomas critican

Pues de este lado asi es la vida

Y no me vengas que eres malandro

Que eres maton que eres de barrio

No mas los oigo copias de falsos

Que los sureños los controlamos

Azul la sangre tambien los paños

Puro malandro bien Mexicano

Union Azteca entre las llecas

Si nos ofendes entonces alertas

Suena el flow original

Rimas callejeras deste loco criminal

Riman y quieren copiar (copean)

Yo soy el maestro siempre les tiro south side

Tiro pal aire pa que lo cache

Si soy malandro tiro la calle

Loco pelon Mexican ganster

F mi barrio quiere toparle

Yo siempre listo para tirarle

Yosie Locote de las south siders

Mejor que busque ya su retiro

O que regrese por donde vino

Falsos raperos pinche chiquillos

Cambien su flow cambien de estilo

Aqui se rifa rima de barrio

Por las esquinas siguen sonando

Para la clicka con mis soldados

Siempre en la esquina estan bien parados

Unge respeto para los oldies

En la prision todos los homies

Somos la raza sur de coraza

Si no lo siente pa que lo canta

Suena el flow original

Rimas callejeras deste loco criminal

Riman y quieren copiar (copean)

Yo soy el maestro siempre les tiro south side

Suena el flow original

De este pinche loco criminal

Truchas todos los falsos

Que este vato viene rimando

Sonando lo que vive

Mr Yosie Locote

Baby Wanks Beats

Southside

Original Flow

take out the fusca quickly give it

Don't think about them, you have to pull him

We are crazy street thugs

And many whores want to copy me

I am real original

And in Florence you will see me

Between hairless pure pirate

Here my people destroy them

They say that they bump into each other

If they ask for permission to do so

They dress in red fucking whores

They are not from the neighborhood where I heard it

I keep pulling for the fake

They want thugs here I bring

He wants to be a cholo come to my neighborhood

To explain you no longer be false

They are jumping from one neighborhood to another

Then they deny it, they deny it all

Being from a click to a gang

That's for pride the raffle race

I throw the F of Santa Chila

And all that nisia Califa

We are the race, we are the gang

Pure carnal throwing corner

The original flow sounds

Street rhymes of this crazy criminal

They rhyme and they want to copy (copean)

I am the teacher I always throw them south side

They just think about it and don't feel it

That's why they will never understand me

To sing it you have to live it

Feel the street and its danger

I walked him from one side to the other

Amanezia and I are very crazy

Always on the street watching the chaos

Lawsuits and poor fights there is hunger

Kids growing up in gangs

They just hope to get involved one day

They never look at it, they just criticize

Well, on this side, that's life

And don't come to me, you're a thug

That you're a thug that you're from the neighborhood

I no longer hear them copies of fake

That we southerners control them

Blue the blood also the cloths

Pure good Mexican malandro

Union Azteca among the llecas

If you offend us then alert

The original flow sounds

Street rhymes of this crazy criminal

They rhyme and they want to copy (copean)

I am the teacher I always throw them south side

I shoot in the air so that I can cache it

If I'm a thug, I throw out the street

Loco pelon Mexican gangster

F my neighborhood wants to run into him

I always ready to throw him

Yosie Locote from the south siders

You better look for your retirement now

Or to go back where it came from

Fake rappers fucking kids

Change your flow, change your style

Here is raffle neighborhood rhyme

Through the corners they keep ringing

For the clicka with my soldiers

They are always standing well in the corner

Anoint respect for the oldies

In the prison all the homies

We are the southern race of shell

If you don't feel it why sing it

The original flow sounds

Street rhymes of this crazy criminal

They rhyme and they want to copy (copean)

I am the teacher I always throw them south side

The original flow sounds

Of this fucking crazy criminal

trout all fake

That this vato comes rhyming

Sounding what lives