Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Loc Is On His Own, artist - Jayo Felony. Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
The Loc Is On His Own |
| Yeah, dedicated to all my homeboys |
| In the California Youth Authority |
| Much Love |
| I caught another case, so the Loc needs bail |
| But your people act funny, when you’re sittin in a cell |
| I didn’t get mail so jail was like hell |
| Out of anger, I shank 'em in the neck in the stairwell |
| I remember powder caine we used to rock up |
| It was a trip on how I got locked up |
| 10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coats |
| Yellin «Don't move or catch a hot one to the throat» |
| You learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black |
| Yo, just put an 'out of order' sign on your bozack |
| I didn’t twitch, scratch or itch |
| They found a nine in my inside pocket ain’t that a bitch |
| A short and quick trip to the County straight drama |
| The first call I made was collect to my mama |
| I didn’t go see her before I went to jail |
| But now I wanted her to come visit |
| Send money orders and post bail |
| Till I remembered that I’m grown |
| So now I gotta handle it myself, fool |
| The Loc is on his own |
| The Loc is on His Own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| I can’t call home, the Loc is on his own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| I can’t call home, the Loc is on his own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| Yeah Moms I love you too |
| I understand that your tired of the bullshit I put you threw |
| I pleaded not guilty, G |
| With no intentions of going to trial, I copped a plea |
| Now the cops got another young nigga off the streets |
| He’s coming back to fish for some more meat |
| Puttin marked money on a hook to real us in |
| Or sit in this little ass bucket called the Pen |
| And they’ll give you a day when you’ll be free |
| Huh, but it ain’t no garantee |
| Because you might get the shovel |
| Be the next one to find out is it a god in the devil |
| But it you can hold your own and mind your own |
| You live long |
| Take no shit and stay strong |
| Some fake religon and play with churches |
| They put pretty boys with hard niggas on purpose |
| I ain’t heard from non of my peoples, homes |
| But that’s ai-ight though |
| The Bullet Loc is on his own |
| The Loc is on His Own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| I can’t call home, the Loc is on his own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| I can’t call home, the Loc is on his own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| Polo T-shirt, now I’m creasing up my 501's |
| Hoping they gonna give me some sun |
| No So-Glow |
| Pimp Daddy Afro |
| The Loc ain’t about to shave |
| I’m comin like a mob in 9−4 |
| Comb in my left back pocket, it’s time |
| Try to get Parole in this long ass line |
| My big homie walked out with his head down low |
| I said yo, big boo, what the fuck they shoot you down for |
| My brotha wants to kill the pig |
| Gave him a year because his arms are too big |
| It’s fucked up in jail |
| If you’re holdin a bowl with some change |
| Your goin back in your cell |
| They let me go, I grabbed my heaters |
| Now I’m down with the niggas in the shell-toe Adidas |
| And we going to make this money, all of it |
| Not a little bit |
| I’m smokin on the Indo until I get illiterate |
| Leave me alone, trick, I’m in a full zone |
| My money’s on the microphone |
| The Loc is on his own |
| The Loc is on His Own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| I can’t call home, the Loc is on his own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| I can’t call home, the Loc is on his own |
| Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone |
| She got a block on the phone |