| Cuz nigga we budded at the brain cell and blue, damn
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| Niggas don’t show they face unless they locs
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| Blue rides blue flags, everybody else is fuccin' hoes
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| Cut dope get stuffed in the spot
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| And I could barely see up in this biatch
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| From all the smoke, god damn
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| Loc’s eyes is bustin while I choke
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| Toke one more toke
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| Throw the joint to Lynch and slice some mo dope
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| Adjust my strap so that it’s coo and take a sip of 4
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| Now it ain’t no cavies burnin but chronic got my lips toe up
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| All at each others throat cuz '94 was crazy as fucc
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| So I steps out look up at the darkness
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| Glad it’s night and that I’m alive
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| Ready to die, don’t ask why
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| I don’t know why it’s like that
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| Just know that locs is born to die
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| Nigga so when I’m gone and dead I’m takin 2
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| Nigga rolls for tha shit
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| And 9 for the fuccin' set brain
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| LIQUOR! |
| MURDER!
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| Went to the fuccin brain, brain
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| Fill 'em up with slugs
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| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
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| With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)
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| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain
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| Fill 'em up with slugs
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| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium |
| Drank LIQUOR! |
| MURDER!
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| Went to the fuccin brain, brain
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| Fill 'em up with slugs
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| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
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| With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)
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| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain
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| Fill 'em up with slugs
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| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
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| I stay high, for the reason niggas is in the season
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| And I’m sicc of the fuccin stress
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| Fill 'em up Loc 2 Da Brain and
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| Fill 'em up like quicc to the shits
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| Now lets let go of the smoke
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| Flow to the gangsta flow
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| Can’t none of them fucc with
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| Got nigga rolls dyin from contact smoke
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| It’s a Loc 2 Da Brain insane thang
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| We smoke to the brain and gang bang with folks
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| Got a indo theory for any nigga that’s out there trippin off that loc
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| Now who wanna smoke and who wanna get smoked
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| By the gang that’s staight loc
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| Cuz a punk ain’t shit like a bitch ain’t shit
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| They can all get crept with 4's
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| So I steps out look up at the darkness
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| Glad it’s night and that I’m alive
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| Ready to die, don’t ask why
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| I don’t know why it’s like that
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| Just know that locs is gonna die
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| Nigga so when I going dead I’m takin 2 |
| Nigga rolls for shit
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| 9 for the fuccin set brain
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| LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)
|
| Went to the fuccin brain, brain
|
| Fill 'em up with slugs
|
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
|
| With LIQUOR! |
| MURDER!
|
| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain
|
| Fill 'em up with slugs
|
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
|
| Drank LIQUOR! |
| MURDER!
|
| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain
|
| Fill 'em up with slugs
|
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
|
| With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)
|
| Loc to the fuccin brain, brain
|
| Fill 'em up with slugs
|
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
|
| Now LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)
|
| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain
|
| Fill 'em up with slugs
|
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
|
| With LIQUOR! |
| MURDER!
|
| Went to the fuccin brain, brain
|
| Fill 'em up with slugs
|
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
|
| Drank LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)
|
| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain
|
| Fill 'em up with slugs
|
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
|
| Now LIQUOR! |
| MURDER!
|
| Loc to the fuccin brain, brain
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| Fill 'em up with slugs
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| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium nigga |