Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fill 'Em Up , by - Mr.DoctorRelease date: 01.05.1995
Song language: English
Fill 'Em Up |
| Cuz nigga we budded at the brain cell and blue, damn |
| Niggas don’t show they face unless they locs |
| Blue rides blue flags, everybody else is fuccin' hoes |
| Cut dope get stuffed in the spot |
| And I could barely see up in this biatch |
| From all the smoke, god damn |
| Loc’s eyes is bustin while I choke |
| Toke one more toke |
| Throw the joint to Lynch and slice some mo dope |
| Adjust my strap so that it’s coo and take a sip of 4 |
| Now it ain’t no cavies burnin but chronic got my lips toe up |
| All at each others throat cuz '94 was crazy as fucc |
| So I steps out look up at the darkness |
| Glad it’s night and that I’m alive |
| Ready to die, don’t ask why |
| I don’t know why it’s like that |
| Just know that locs is born to die |
| Nigga so when I’m gone and dead I’m takin 2 |
| Nigga rolls for tha shit |
| And 9 for the fuccin' set brain |
| LIQUOR! |
| MURDER! |
| Went to the fuccin brain, brain |
| Fill 'em up with slugs |
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium |
| With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) |
| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain |
| Fill 'em up with slugs |
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium |
| Drank LIQUOR! |
| MURDER! |
| Went to the fuccin brain, brain |
| Fill 'em up with slugs |
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium |
| With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) |
| Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain |
| Fill 'em up with slugs |
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium |
| I stay high, for the reason niggas is in the season |
| And I’m sicc of the fuccin stress |
| Fill 'em up Loc 2 Da Brain and |
| Fill 'em up like quicc to the shits |
| Now lets let go of the smoke |
| Flow to the gangsta flow |
| Can’t none of them fucc with |
| Got nigga rolls dyin from contact smoke |
| It’s a Loc 2 Da Brain insane thang |
| We smoke to the brain and gang bang with folks |
| Got a indo theory for any nigga that’s out there trippin off that loc |
| Now who wanna smoke and who wanna get smoked |
| By the gang that’s staight loc |
| Cuz a punk ain’t shit like a bitch ain’t shit |
| They can all get crept with 4's |
| So I steps out look up at the darkness |
| Glad it’s night and that I’m alive |
| Ready to die, don’t ask why |
| I don’t know why it’s like that |
| Just know that locs is gonna die |
| Nigga so when I going dead I’m takin 2 |
| Nigga rolls for shit |
| 9 for the fuccin set brain |
| 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 |
| Fill 'em up with slugs |
| Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium nigga |