Letra de Locc 2 Da Brain
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Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan, Mr. Doc)Comin off that high, it's that devil Zagg wrapped around some funk In the trunk I got the Mossberg pump and 'bout to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We 'bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this Take ya Glock off safety turn around and hit the street When I got the milli pictured in my head Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head Locc to the brain on that insane tip, E-B-K everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank My nine on the side going both ways Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sidewaysLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brainNow try to peep this watt G Straight low killa rollin five and the deuce Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot, lock the plot (You down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop Hit the lights there them niggas go Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low Roll slow these niggas looking like they know it's a hit They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets Damn, I emptied the clip They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side, Locc A fucking doughnut in the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yeah L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good I suggest you hideLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the wayCome with me deep See how I'm 'bout to deal with all this Backwards type bitch shit Them fools that say they'll kill that's taking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf Some move on with they life one even left Then since that time I haven't heard from him Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks? Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's So nigga fuck it, I'll do it like your ass is dead And touch them niggas with the MAC-11 out of the shell I'm burning up the village nigga life is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor And watch them flesh-shredders 'bout to rip your asshole apart And now it is said and what was said Will come to pass from Mr. Doc, amen God bless your assLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the waySee I was standing in the middle of a Circle 'cause a nigga is trying to jack me With a nine-millimeter Ruger and a six deep posse But I ain't going out for a jack move The only thing on my mind Is pullin my nine and is handlin' in these fools Now tell me what you busters want with me They started talking about 'pockets on the ground', you mean Empty my loot out? You fools must be smokin' sherms But I'll be glad to put my strap up in Your face and let some gun powder burn Now take a lesson from a Sactown criminal I'm standing all alone in the street And talkin shit to your circle and Ain't no blastin', y'all must be bluffin Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine And started bustin on niggas and Watching every motherfucker try to run That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun So I'mma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride 'Cause when I ride it's always locc to da brainLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the wayYou can't see me for the fact that The inside of my strap's in your sight Bout' to put some slugs in your Throat and put your guts in my coat and hit The night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's EBK everyday all day 'til the day I hit my gravesite That locc to the brain 'cause it's all redrum A couple of hits from the purple spliff And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang Them niggas that'd kill they mama for some fame it ain't no thang It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live 'Cause where I'm from we rockin up on em' Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs It's twelve-o-clock full of that Spliff full of that ammo in my Glock-nine Creepin through your set hit the stop Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now Rest in peaceLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brainCusche Break (Intro)SiccmadeDead ManRest In PissReturn Of Da BabyLocc 2 Da BrainLiquor SiccDatz Real GangstaDeep DownDead Man Walking781 RedrumSeason Of Da SiccnessWelcome 2 Your Own DeathInhale Wit Da DevilYou May Also LikeThug Life - "Bury Me A G" Bury me a G Thug Life Feel me Thinkin' back, Reminiscin' on my teens A young G gettin' paid over dope fiends Fuckin' off cash that I made Nigga, What's the sense of workin' hard if you never get to...Ice Cube - "Hood Mentality" Fuck school nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer I'ma be a killa, Yep a urban guerrilla I'ma stack scrilla, Yeah buy me a villa Sell a 5-0 to my auntie Priscilla I don't give a fuck that she look like...N.W.A. - "I'd Rather Fuck You" Aaaah, This is one of them songs you can kick back and smoke a joint to. 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