Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Livin' Loc'd , by - Boss. Release date: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
Livin' Loc'd |
| Yo, man, fuck that, man |
| Niggaz be on some real bullshit |
| Yo, I’ll bust that nigga ass, get the fuck outta here |
| Yo, what the fuck is up, bitch? |
| Where the fuck you been at, man? |
| Yo, man word is bond niggaz in here be frontin' |
| Niggaz can’t get off that ol' bullshit |
| Word up, man, fuck that, knahmsayin'? |
| Yo, I’m muh’fuckin' sticky fuckin' fingaz, knahmsayin'? |
| Fuck that, and this motherfuckin' bitch Boss |
| And word is bond I want you to tell these motherfuckers |
| How we livin' Boss, tell 'em |
| Broke as a goddamn joke |
| Up in Detroit and once again I’m just a few short |
| Couple of hundred bucks, so fuck the rent |
| My share of that shit got spent on some Newports |
| So yankin' many motherfuckers is my new sport |
| I’m ready to blast and kill for a rap deal |
| Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we don’t give a fuck |
| We sickin' shit of livin' shabby |
| Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali |
| Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell |
| Got into some shit befo' we even reached the hotel |
| Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time |
| 'Cause niggaz steady throwin' up they gang sign |
| No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze |
| But it’s cool, deez bitches 'bout to slang ki’s |
| So on my hip goes a pager, major |
| It’s two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor |
| See a punk, kill a punk and then we mug 'em quick |
| Out to get paid, motherfuck this strugglin' shit |
| Bullshit’s nothin' to a bitch with no emotions |
| Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I’m livin' like loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, bitch niggaz get smoked |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, motherfuckers |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, bitch niggaz get smoked |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| And all the bitch ass niggaz can suck my dick |
| Buck, buck, then I let the trigger loose |
| Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain’t no goddamn duck duck goose |
| Haven’t you heard of this murderous bitch crawlin' slow? |
| And puttin' lead to the head of my foes on the down low |
| 'Cause all we got we fuckin' tooken it |
| Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, fuck footin' it |
| Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed |
| Down to spot |
| Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit |
| 'Cause niggaz’ll never drop the dirt |
| Do we’re layin' niggaz on they back |
| Then actin' like we never even fuckin' knew ya |
| Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath |
| Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' bloody mess |
| Sleepin' on benches, turned us into roguest bitches |
| We jumpin' fences from the feds through puddles and ditches |
| Goin' out, don’t give a fuck if I get smoked |
| Yo, at least I’m goin' out loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d |
| Livin' loc’d, bitch niggaz get smoked |
| Livin' loc’d |
| And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss will have to put a |
| Ass full of my foot for fuckin' with the butchers |
| Fuck next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon |
| Nine double m’s for the 187 |
| 'Cause I’m nothin' but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags |
| Rollin' niggaz up like the motherfuckin' zig zag |
| Understand this bitch never mine |
| Or catch two into your chest with the Tec 9 |
| 'Cause ever since the days of way back |
| I never played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat |
| I fill gats, so how the fuck you figure, nigga |
| Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga |
| When gangsta bitches just can’t cope |
| Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc’d |
| It’s the motherfuckin' Boss |