Lyrics:
of the locs
Where it's all about dope and pistol smoke
I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver
Weed out, DP'd out, GC'd out
Oh, did you not know?
Snoop
Motherfuckers better start backing up (what up what up)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks
Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Yeah)
Life Goes on (Life, Life)
Lil Tone, Lil Loc Half Dead ken folk
Papa Loc, gun smoke, beer bottles & dope
me chasing dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger
Fuck everybody who said this shit here would never happen
Now who's laughin you said we'd never make it by rappin
But you was dead wrong this song was
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
nappy-headed ass stretched
If you try to dack me in my neighborhood, I'm dumpin'
And ya best ta run 'cause my BGz is comin'
Clips full of teflons, loc'd out
when I reach my own
Stay free; let the time go pass me by
Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d
We smoke on nothin' but the best of buddah
Ooh, yeah,
not disturb
The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than
Birds
, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you
Freestyles and rhymes, smoke dimes
Shots out to any true that gotta bag of this here, now
[Layzie]
Oh, how I love my green leaves, nigga
Givin' nothin'
yes they got my back
I'm buckin' your boots 'cause ya smoke crack
I get the munchies and i eat a greasy bigmac
Find me smoked out, ain't unlikely
That's
roll niggaz still take your fuckin nuts (nuts)
UGK "4 Life" nigga (nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga
(nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga (nigga)
No more days bitch, I ain't got the time
I got bitches on my
The smoke-filled room make the suckers perspire
Don't get close, this cut is on fire
Can you dig it?
We gon' blow the house up in smoke
With the MC Tone Loc
LA, here's to you
For being the kind of place a
Man can do his due
Out here the hippies skip
And they get their kicks
Bumpin' all night long, out
disrespectful shit like
Dig in my left nostril then pluck
The booger in ya face
Why? Cause I'm a loc, chimney
Weed, a hookah cigarette
I want all kinda smoke i'm
and turn
Chronic sticks in the door
Visions of bongs being burned
D-loc just call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker
People
Muvva to all my young LoCs
Them trap niggas love me, I got that soul dope
I'm one phone call away, my tote carry the tote
Ill bring your blocc smoke
Holes
If knowledge is power, then I'm muscle-bound
Loc'ed out as a hound, I'm not down in a dog pound
Breakin' out, MC's start fakin out
Boo-Yaa
smooth get away
My niggas Sherm'd out and high as fuck
Well is you down to ride or what? Fuck it!
Hop off inside the bucket
I need some heat nigga, run
secret life's supposed to be brighter
Demons tried to knoc you down but baby you's a fighter
If I had the chance I loc you down you'd be a lifer
Than I
Y.A. mansion, I'm swimming pool wit it
Too sexy for the high, I'm home school wit it
Chrome through wit it, shorty loc'd out
I'm roll'd up and smoked
stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
At this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split
(D-Loc)
Who the mothafucka in the pit talking shit?
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
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