Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loosifa , by - Juggaknots. Release date: 20.09.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loosifa , by - Juggaknots. 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… |
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