Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Think Of The LOX, artist - The Lox. Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Song language: English
Think Of The LOX |
| You know who it is |
| Hey |
| Large Pro what up |
| Living Off Xperience you know |
| If the love don’t work, what will money do? |
| I’ma need that G pick up truck colored honeydew (Woo) |
| Cantaloupe color the interior |
| Whoever act superior, we’ll pop him with a .22 |
| Have a carm in the condo with 22 |
| Birds holding birds coming up Route 22 |
| Ain’t a cup of liquor but niggas know he’s a 100 proof |
| Cut the legs off of niggas saying they run with you |
| I’m the pot head, the cool homie to vibe with |
| Violate, you oughta bring a homie to die with |
| I blow a eighth, think of states that I could buy in |
| Cop in a state think of weight that I could fly in |
| Can you hear me now like Verizon? |
| King of New York, bang your head right on a hydrant |
| Pops always told me to think out the box |
| So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX |
| Ayo |
| Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad |
| You think you takin' this shit? |
| You getting shit back |
| Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt) |
| The real locked up and the rest are dead |
| That’s facts |
| Thirty plus clips in that stack |
| I aim for the body but I hit all that |
| These rap niggas ain’t real |
| Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel |
| Yo, leaning on a toy like a B-Boy |
| Parked the whip |
| Make my son come downstairs and watch Bruce Leroy |
| Last Dragon, pants sagging, nigga, Don Don’s here |
| I’m out for the season and I ain’t have Achilles tear |
| I’m Emirates Air, Shakira got the window seat |
| I light something and go dumb on a Large Pro beat |
| Who fucking with us? |
| I only use a fifth of my brain |
| And I’m still better than them niggas tryna be Wayne |
| I move that cane like a blind man |
| I’m caked out without a million plus SoundScan |
| My skin looking like I found the youth fountain (Look at me baby) |
| And jumped in and got the red Louis duffle with the fucking pump in it (Shit) |
| White Wraith space you could put clump in it |
| Passing the grave yard, I can see Trump in it |
| Mama always told me to think out the box |
| So when you think about the best, nigga, think of The LOX |
| Ayo |
| Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad |
| You think you takin' this shit? |
| You getting shit back |
| Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt) |
| The real locked up and the rest are dead |
| That’s facts |
| Thirty plus clips in that stack |
| I aim for the body but I hit all that |
| These rap niggas ain’t real |
| Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel |
| Yo, riding through them blocks in them foreigns like baby chariots |
| Had to run it up or these niggas, won’t take me serious |
| Real life street shit, niggas know how I carry it |
| She can’t sit on this leather interior on her period |
| 'Bout to get the coupe with the gun slot in the rear of it |
| The 20−22 like I forgot what year it is |
| Wanted it, I went and got it |
| Now I’m sharing it |
| From tossin' money bags in the closet, I built a pyramid |
| Took my respect living off experience |
| Stories about my hood got me living all luxurious |
| Racks on racks, stacked right in the closet |
| Need another stash house, I might get one in Yonkers |
| I did it, look how I benefitted from them losses |
| Paying back connects and paying all them loyals |
| Got work if you niggas can’t afford you a verse |
| Still make my bitch ride with the joint in her purse |
| Ayo |
| Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad |
| You think you takin' this shit? |
| You getting shit back |
| Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt) |
| The real locked up and the rest are dead |
| That’s facts |
| Thirty plus clips in that stack |
| I aim for the body but I hit all that |
| These rap niggas ain’t real |
| Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel |
| I’ve been getting money so you know I want more |
| I’m live at the barbeque looking at the front door |
| Got the glow like I just came home from off tour |
| Got the Plain Jane AP on, off-shore |
| Skybox doing what a owner would do |
| Couple hundred mil' over a Corona or two |
| Every day I face off with a zone of the glue (Gorilla) |
| Then spend the old paper up and paytron to the new |
| First we gone beat the odds then we even it up |
| No ice on rabbit ears, leaving 'em stuck |
| Ask me they was better off leaving them tucked |
| There’s four pipes on everything even the trucks |
| In the foreign, listening to Lauryn |
| The joint about Zion, these niggas is lying |
| Put hands on 'em and the sneak dissing it stops |
| So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX |
| Ayo |
| Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad |
| You think you takin' this shit? |
| You getting shit back |
| Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt) |
| The real locked up and the rest are dead |
| That’s facts |
| Thirty plus clips in that stack |
| I aim for the body but I hit all that |
| These rap niggas ain’t real |
| Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel |