| Testing one, two, three
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| Akon and YB
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| Lock down, time to make my block proud
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| California on twenty four hour watch now
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| It’s finna take over baby, hot style
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| Yeah the young county Konvict got the rock now
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| I hear the rumors saying that I just popped now
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| Like they never heard a hood nigga with a hot style
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| I got the heels to birds, and the block now
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| Old bitches want to holler at me because I’m hot now
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| I got a new bitch sitting in my drop now
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| Song on the radio, album about to drop now
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| Music lives in California, living proof
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| Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, what it do?
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| I been had what these other niggas getting to
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| Take your girl home, and make her earn all them Jimmy Choos
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| I hope you like heat, it’s hot in the kitchen boo
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| Do you have service? |
| Am I getting through?
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| Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
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| Konvict supplying niggas around the clock now
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| Getting money and we forced to put the Glock down
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| Glock down, Glock down
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| And we expanded all the pipes now
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| And I can get accustomed to this lifestyle
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| No more spending all my cash trying to fight trial
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| It’s on lock down
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| Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,
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| mine, mine, mine, mine
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| Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,
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| mine, mine, mine, mine
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| Another watch, another chain, another charm copped
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| Time to wake these niggas up like alarm clocks
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| I see them hating so we got to keep the arms cocked
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| I’m the reason CA on storm watch
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| It’s about to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold
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| Superstar, still in the kitchen whipping O’s
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| Toss it to my youngins, call me when you get it gone
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| Fuck a rap nigga, we about to get it on
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| I’m speaking for California from the top down
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| Holler at Ya Boy, I got it locked down
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| I tried to tell them this forever like a diamond
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| I’m so hot, shorty I can change the climate
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| And as the days pass by like a G7
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| And all my hustlers on the corner of 7-Eleven
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| Pour another on the ground and we’ll start repping
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| For all the homies laying down, resting up in heaven
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| And I hope you watching down
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| And proud of how we just locked it down
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| No letting nothing stop the cash or get caught up
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| In the streets, that’s how we brought up
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| I’m from the city where the fiends shoot up and spark
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| Load the ammo, it’s time to shoot up the charts
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| Game cold baby, you might need a scarf
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| Rockstar, but I’m riding like Noah’s ark
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| Louis shades, Dolce and Gabbana cloth
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| Your girl know I stay fly like Santa Claus
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| On the road with a trunk full of Asher Roth
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| We gone pop Rosay when the package off
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| I swear to God I went and got the Bay cracking y’all
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| But I couldn’t do it without L.A. backing dog
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| Niggas say they gone get me, I laugh it off
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| Because they know I keep shooters like basketball
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| Lock it down, make Kon throw away the key
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| Real nigga, record deal ain’t changing me
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| It took a while, but we still got from A to Z
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| I put in work, nigga what you got to say to me? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Locked Down , by - DJ Drama. Song from the album Third Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп