Locc 2 da Brain - Brotha Lynch Hung.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Kevin Mann
[00:00.03](featuring Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan & Mr. Doc) [Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc]
[00:01.89]Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
[00:04.05]I got the most ****ed-up pump and bout' to jack a punk.
[00:06.75]And when that siccness hits
[00:08.22]I'm like a new stage
[00:09.54]Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
[00:12.54]Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll.
[00:14.64]Mr. Doc, Baby
[00:15.72]Reg, Brotha
[00:16.44]Lynch, Big
[00:17.04]Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so niggas peep this.
[00:20.88]Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
[00:23.85]When I got the milli pictured in my head
[00:25.95]Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said
[00:27.66]I'm halfway dead
[00:28.65]What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my
[00:31.23]Head locc to the brain
[00:32.34]On that insane tip
[00:33.63]E-B-K everyday
[00:35.28]The block-style mother****ers smokin' dank
[00:37.23]With my braids in my hair and
[00:38.91]I'm riding on a full tank
[00:40.83]My nine on the side going
[00:42.57]Both ways,
[00:43.80]Peel a mother****er's cap and then
[00:45.33]I'm sideways
[00:45.63]Chorus: repeat 2
[00:45.96]X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
[00:47.88]E-B-K Where mother****ers load they straps cause the rival's on the way
[00:51.24]Locc to da brain... [Verse 2: Big Dan]
[00:56.43]Now try to peep this
[00:57.39]YG straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
[01:00.30]Locc to the brain set-trippin' after mother****ers with that sick juice
[01:03.78]I mother****ing pump twelve rounds of that nine glock the plot (you down to ride?) yeah we ****ing with them body drops stop
[01:09.63]Hit the lights there them mother****ers go
[01:11.61]Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
[01:14.40]Roll slow these mother****ers actin like they know its a hit,
[01:17.16]They mother****ing duckin' dodging bullets damn
[01:19.08]I emptied the clip
[01:20.04]They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side
[01:22.56]Locc, A mother****ing doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
[01:24.96]Hang from the window what's up now mother****ers yee-ah
[01:27.96]L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
[01:31.71]Insane loc so a mother****er don't give a ****
[01:34.41]It's in the hearts so these rival mother****ers straight stuck
[01:37.05]I let the gauge loose damn
[01:38.49]I've never seen so much blood
[01:40.20]It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
[01:43.23]So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
[01:46.98]I suggest you hide
[01:48.00]Chorus: 1X
[01:48.18]Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
[01:49.92]E-B-K Where mother****ers load they straps cause the rival's on the way[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]
[01:53.76]Come with me deep see how
[01:54.69]I'm bout to do it for this
[01:55.83]Back with tight big mother****ers
[01:57.03]Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
[01:59.61]When they get lit up on they turf
[02:01.20]So move on with they life one even left
[02:03.12]That since that time
[02:03.87]I haven't heard from him
[02:05.07]Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
[02:07.95]Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
[02:10.80]So mother****ers ****ing it, i'll do it like your ass is dead
[02:13.62]And touch them mother****ers with the mack-eleven out of the shell
[02:16.80]I'm burning up the villiage mother****ers life is a shit
[02:19.38]Somes set the tags and name on the wall you mother****ing snitch
[02:22.38]So you'll make a switch on how you're ****ing
[02:24.12]L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
[02:27.66]See your mother****ers on the other side is best to hit the floor
[02:30.66]And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
[02:33.72]And now it is said and what was said
[02:35.49]Will come to pass from
[02:36.42]Mr. Doc amen,
[02:37.65]God bless your ass
[02:41.85]Chorus: repeat 2
[02:43.95]X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
[02:46.29]E-B-K Where mother****ers load they straps cause the rival's on the way[Verse 4: Baby Reg]
[02:49.89]See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a mother****er is trying to jack me
[02:53.73]With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
[02:56.70]But I ain't going out for a jack move
[02:58.83]The only thing on my mind
[03:00.18]Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools
[03:02.19]Now tell me what you busters want with me?
[03:04.26]They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
[03:07.17]Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherm
[03:09.87]But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
[03:13.53]Now take a lesson from a
[03:14.70]Sac-Town criminal
[03:16.02]I'm standing all alone in the street
[03:17.76]And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
[03:21.18]Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
[03:23.46]And started bustin on mother****ers and watching every muther **** try to run
[03:27.00]That locc to da brain got a mother****er insane with a mother****ing empty gun
[03:29.70]So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
[03:33.27]Cuz' when
[03:33.69]I ride it's always locc to da brain
[03:35.13]Chorus: repeat 2
[03:35.49]X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
[03:37.05]E-B-K Where mother****ers load they straps cause the rival's on the way[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]
[03:44.58]You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
[03:48.36]Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit the night
[03:52.71]Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
[03:55.05]EBK everyday all day til the day
[03:56.64]I hit my grave-sight
[03:57.93]That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum
[04:00.03]A couple of hits from the purple spliff and
[04:01.65]I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
[04:03.00]I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating mother****ers brains
[04:06.15]Mother****ing nuts and guts is how we get sick them
[04:08.04]Northern Cal slayings
[04:09.15]That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
[04:11.61]Them mother****ers that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
[04:14.31]It ain't no way,
[04:15.24]I dump and let them mother****ers live
[04:16.86]Cuz' where
[04:17.40]I'm from we walkin up on em' bustin them reps up in them mother****ers ribs
[04:20.49]It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
[04:23.82]Creepin through your set hit the stop
[04:25.59]Sign sideways bustin
[04:27.09]I see gat twenty-four
[04:28.14]C's Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
[04:31.08]Rest in peace
[04:34.62]Chorus: repeat 4
[04:36.72]X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
[04:39.09]E-B-K Where mother****ers load they straps cause the rival's on the way