Lyrics:
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
Chances of me getting shot, not
Everyone loving the Tech
Publishin', I get a check
Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best
I
call rage
Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
thinking about becoming a cop
So I can murk some niggas one by one off legally
I talk that real shit, but that's why they loving it
One time for the city,
nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
(Deal with life)
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Y'all call this fame, I call
Loc, no joke, no!
Let me see you wave yo' hands in da' air!
And wave em' like you just don't care!
Let me, hear ye say loc is the man
Loc is the man it's
Lucy get ta two Stepping with da lemon steppas
Aye
Fuck it gimme ya chedda
Imma cop a band, take a pic
Flip it NFT to 3 billy by noon
Then by the pool by
the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
ones
Shot one, two, three, four, down like dominoes
Cop killin columbian 'nect ?
Split, grown snitch, its over with
I said a hip-hop, pour a cup
and the muthafuckin' peanuts
Slice like a nip-tuck, specalizin' deep cuts
This the music that you ridin' to
Provided to you by Talib and Hi-Teck, the livest two (two
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
of being white (what?)
You can't say the n word without startin' a fight (what's up my nigga?)
Couldn't dance to a beat, I'd have two left feet
Even if I
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
dancehall try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the rainbow
when I see the cops
Hold 2 much chief, got keef in my sneak, ya
Ima beat the block when I see the cops
Ant dumb, GO dumb, like the homie Keak da Sneak
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech
AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)
Woi-oi, ayy
I don't cop things for resale
Don't do iCloud, don't do email
Feds wanna tap up man and wire up
will listen now
You would call me
Started falling 'cause it's different
And we started something by mistake
Who would've thought that I could feel
all smoke
we all get money and we all smoke pert, we all get money and we all smoke pert
(Chrous:X2) hit da dirt, hit da dirt , hit da dirt , hit
this projects
They call him Two-TEC's, he tote two TEC's
And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak with
Straight from columbia
Got da cubans on call like a nokia
Mr.17 5 get it by da field
Sell it by da batch
And you better pay me fast
Or I'll do you like
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