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 |