Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loosifa, artist - Juggaknots.
Date of issue: 20.09.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Loosifa |
What y’all know about them wild niggas |
Devil child niggas |
Have-you-kick-the-bucket-say-fuck-it-and-smile-niggas |
The type to catch the Buddha buzz, slide up to the fuzz |
Sayin «Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body» |
I knew this nigga Smokey, sorta like his pistol |
Barrel when you’re in peril and shit like that was wanted |
But later that would die down |
Sorta like many abandoned that he ran with |
His block felt sorta haunted |
His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed |
They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded |
He needed a job and the robbin wouldn’t do it |
He wasn’t tryin to go out like Diquan in Strapped |
Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby |
From the hospital she found Smokey some work and shit was lovely |
With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot |
And not a nigga on the street would have to get that pocket tapped |
He’s workin in maternity and learnin |
Seein much about the infant children |
To be skilled in fatherhood |
Stealin baby stuff home for self |
And he didn’t have to pull the Mac-20 off the shelf and get… |
Loose if a brotha can’t take no more |
Loose if a brotha can’t swing it |
Loose if a brotha can’t break once more |
Loose if a brotha… |
In Maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff |
Make-you-drop-your-jaw-stuff, hospitals get sorta wild |
He saw some babies shakin, awakin if they were fortunate |
His soul was scorchin, it would have thinkin of his child |
Later there would be no «Honey, I’m home,» |
Strictly «Woman if you jeopardize my seed, dead up, I leave you wet up» |
On the block, a flock of zombies entranced |
By the peddlers of temporary ghetto heaven had him fed up |
His job was gettin hard to fuck with |
They had even had him stuck with the disposal of the stillborn |
Poisoned by the nourishment, the ill torn soul from flesh |
From the womb to tomb |
Seein shit like that’ll have you crazy |
That night he had a dream |
And it was a child nursin upon the semen of the glass genetalia |
Clouded nut after clouded nut |
He woke and shouted «What the FUCK is goin on?» |
Smokey was Swayze, it’s time to get… |
Loose if a brotha can’t take no more |
Loose if a brotha can’t swing it |
Loose if a brotha can’t break once more |
Loose if a brotha… |
He figured there was only one way |
As he rushed the runway lookin wild deranged |
This was common, without any qualm inside he was tookin |
Lookin at fiends of the pebble adored praised |
Devil for lord raised from the crystallized tombs |
Through fumes from the floor |
Blazed the sole sacrificial altar |
He chose now to halt the worship dealin that ultimate headrush… |
The lead crushed, buyer or seller decoratin hell a flame |
With the choir of the firearms to blame |
In the mornin by the time the smoke cleared |
Everybody seen the massacre, the local folk cheered |
«Oh, thank the Lord Almighty,» the pharmacy was out of business |
On the L a chubby widow cries alone because her man had gotten… |
Loose if a brotha can’t take no more |
Loose if a brotha can’t swing it |
Loose if a brotha can’t break once more |
Loose if a brotha… |