Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Refuce 2 Looze , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Release date: 30.06.1995
Song language: English
Refuce 2 Looze |
| I re-fuse to lose |
| F**k them 22's |
| I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9 |
| So you know you can’t f**k with mine |
| (Lynch) |
| If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark |
| Maybe in the morning, motherf**kers might feel me yet |
| (Lynch) |
| It’s that nine tech nigga that got them motherf**kers tore up |
| As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut |
| Talking about |
| (D-Dub and Lynch) |
| What the f**k you smoking on? |
| (Lynch) |
| All dome as the chronics got me gone |
| Nigga it’s on |
| On 'til the slugs come out |
| At night I do my murder red rum so tight |
| (Lynch) |
| I’ts the third strike nigga |
| So now I’m aiming up at your dome |
| 'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome |
| I’m like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone |
| If you want some ripgut shit nigga |
| Yeah, I got it sewn |
| So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome |
| And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome |
| A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine |
| So head to the East side, 'cause it’s red rum time, nigga |
| Nigga, it’s that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mind |
| Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners |
| In a Chev 69 |
| Wire rims |
| You can’t see |
| With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie |
| I’m like Genie |
| As I swoop through the hood and get up to no good |
| And I wish you would |
| Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks |
| And empty backs out, so I max out |
| 350 on the black top |
| More smoke than chronic smoking |
| Loced out sherm, classic perm |
| In my ashtray, there’s always a roach |
| Hit the left lane in case one times approach |
| I got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags |
| 17 in the clip of my, auto mag |
| I’ts sad |
| I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black |
| Leather sack, and throw me over their back |
| But f**k that |
| Why you think I got extended clips |
| 'Cause I’m so high, most of the time |
| I just can’t miss, nigga |