Locc 2 da Brain-Brotha Lynch Hung

歌手 : Brotha Lynch Hung

专辑 : Season Of Da Siccness The

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:27

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TXT Locc 2 da Brain-Brotha Lynch Hung 文本歌词

Locc 2 da Brain - Brotha Lynch Hung

Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped 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 ni**a 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 cuz 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 b**ch 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 sideways

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to da brain

Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce

Locc to the brain set-trippin' after f**king with that sick juice

I f**kin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot

(you down to ride ) yeah we f**kin' 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 actin like they know us are here

They f**kin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip

They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low

A f**king doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump

Hang from the window what's up now ni**a yee-ah

L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain

Insane loc so a ni**a don't give a f**k

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 hide

Chorus: 1X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this

Back with tight big sh*t

Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing sh*t

When they get lit up on they turf

So move on with they life one even left

That 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 ni**a f**k it i'll do it like your a** is dead

And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell

I'm burning up the villiage ni**a life is a b**ch

Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you f**king 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 a**

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a ni**a 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 these handles 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 Sac-Town criminal

I'm standing all alone in the street

And talkin sh*t 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 muther f**ker try to run

That locc to da brain got a ni**a insane with a f**king empty gun

So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride

Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

You 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 grave-sight

That locc to the brain cuz' 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

Ni**a nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings

That locc to the brain sh*t ain't no game it's a gang

Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang

It ain't no way I dump and let them niggas live

Cuz' 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 peace

Chorus: repeat 4X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way