Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Yo Side, artist - Mr.DoctorDate of issue: 01.05.1995
Song language: English
Fuck Yo Side |
| As the adrenaline flows to my dome, it’s on! |
| Them niggas posted up so I bust in the murder zone |
| Them chromes out the window as I bust from the bacc seat |
| Flags on my face incase they wanna see the Babe |
| They crazy thinkin they could fucc with Locc 2 Da Brain |
| Doc gave it up and spilled his guts with the gauge |
| As C.O.S. |
| sprayed, nigga with the Tec |
| I busted the tre-8 three times for my set |
| Yes we crept on them niggas, straight knocced em out the box |
| Mo murder mo murder ears ringin from the gun shots |
| (Doc) |
| Try to peep this 29th Street Garden Blocc, Mr. Doc, gangsta shit |
| Locc 2 Da Brain with a Mac nigga tapped out 40 in the cup |
| (Reg) |
| (Doc) |
| Then it’s Redrum locc |
| And I’m on the trigga with a twitch nigga |
| The drive-by tunes is hittin, dumpin |
| And I took a drag up of my «port» |
| Lit up the cushe rolled in them blue zags |
| Foe jucies faded out the field from all of the smoke |
| Twist up anotha sacc of puff up |
| Before we roll up in they set |
| (Lynch) |
| NIGGA, WHAT UP WITH THAT DANK CHECC (Doc: yeah) |
| (Reg) |
| Then roll it fat |
| The Hard-top hit the corner |
| (Doc) |
| Mac 11's out the window of the Chev |
| (Lynch) |
| Off brans gettin tapped |
| (Doc) |
| That’s what you seenin cuz they didn’t peep the hit |
| (Reg) |
| We had the lights out |
| (Doc) |
| NIGGA |
| (Reg) |
| Pop anotha clip |
| (Doc) |
| They tryn to break |
| I’m yellin how you feel about Loc 2 Da Brain |
| Bitch ass niggas |
| Then I let some more spray |
| Until they blood stains the street |
| No witnesses, no paybacc tricc |
| Loc 2 Da Brain |
| Nigga L-O-C |
| (Reg) |
| Beatin slugs out the cut |
| Nigga tell me what |
| You aren’t steppin out to cut |
| Yes are flags is flown |
| I gave it up |
| L-O-C 2 Da Brain |
| No we outty |
| Hittin a couple of corners Vouge spokes |
| Gettin hi-e-i-e-igh |
| Yes we’re bout to ride |
| Some niggas bout to die |
| Toni-e-i-e-ight |
| Indo smoke |
| And may locs ride |
| (Doc) |
| Oh it’s the, Bomb high |
| No handle our bi-is-ness |
| (Reg) |
| (Doc) |
| Nigga tell me now what is this |
| (Reg) |
| Indo smoke |
| (Doc) |
| You gettin held 'for we ride |
| Locc 2 Da Brain nigga insane |
| Fucc Yo Side |
| (Lynch) |
| I’m sittin in a pitch blacc room |
| Full of keys |
| A indo lightin up ya flame |
| Shootin, bunchin up the weed |
| And ready to get real high |
| Up in the sky, it’s a gang it’s a game |
| (Doc) |
| LOCC 2 DA BRAIN |
| (Lynch) |
| Shit |
| Them niggas that kill they mama for some fame |
| It’s called the sicc shit |
| Loc is kinda catchy |
| When creepin in yo set loccin up like Joe Pesci |
| Yo catch me lightin up your set like a point 9 G-B-C |
| But L-O-C sportin blacc so you can’t see me |
| Nigga so call it what you want |
| It’s that B-A-B-Y K-I-double L-I-N |
| Many niggas are dyin |
| Shit, from that 12 gauge pump |
| Featurin that nigga that’s from that 4 blocc |
| But Loc 2 Da Brain all up in the funk |
| (Doc) |
| The bomb high so let’s handle our bi-is-ness |
| (Reg) |
| (Doc) |
| Nigga tell me now what is this |
| (Reg) |
| Indo smoke |
| (Doc) |
| You gettin held 'for we ride |
| Locc 2 Da Brain nigga insane |
| Fucc Yo Side |