Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Locked, artist - Pacewon. Album song Won, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.03.2002
Record label: Rufflife
Song language: English
Locked |
| Uh-huh. |
| yo, uh-huh |
| Yo I got it locked like the mob on my block |
| The local rap star that the fine women watch |
| My sister used to say that I shoulda been a cop |
| 'til I pulled up in the fully tinted drop |
| Until I rapped on the ninety-six album of the year |
| Now she don’t think I’m so weird |
| Now when I pop in the tape she wanna listen |
| Kissin my ass; |
| like back in ninety-five she wasn’t dissin |
| Now I got a deal and I’m steppin with a piston |
| C.O. |
| executive position |
| The wisdom of a man doin life inside prison |
| All he do is read, smoke stogs, and be liftin |
| The vision of how I can overcome the system |
| Pace will be a legend in his time like Sonny Liston — locked |
| Yo I got it locked, on the real I got it locked |
| Rollin with the kids that wanna rock |
| Yo no doubt I got it locked, word life I got it locked |
| Whip my 540 on your block |
| Yo don’t try to look hard like you holdin down the spot |
| Don’t try to look away like you ain’t on the jock |
| Cause I’m comin with the Outz and we takin whatchu got |
| Beefin like B.I.G. |
| and Tupac |
| Yo I got it locked like the Feds that be watchin where you plot |
| Locked like Gotti, but headin for the top |
| Get my money up, push Hummers off the lot |
| L and registration, ridin with a fox |
| Set to Wild Out like I’m runnin with The L.O.X. |
| Don’t make me put you in a pine box — locked! |
| It’s like Pacey-come-lately, happy-go-lucky |
| Beat y’all kids like, Pappy don’t snuff me Don’t want her if she ugly, two-faced or chubby |
| Keep my mother lookin lovely, give her money |
| See I need the finest in life, cameras and lights |
| Hammers and ice, people feel me — the good stuff! |
| Blow my whole neighborhood up, glad I stood up Put flavor in your mix like sugar |
| Lock your girl down like Booker; |
| never fall in love with a hooker |
| or cracked out broads that smoke cook-up |
| Could be she fine now well off and she a looker |
| and know how to work the pressure cooker |
| But drugs is more addictive than love, kisses and hugs |
| People slip and get hung, grippin they lung |
| My nigga gettin this money is my number one agenda |
| Tie your raps up like, please return to sender |
| Locked — I got it locked, no doubt I got it locked |
| Mixin up the beef with the brat |
| Yo on the real I got it locked, you see I got it locked |
| Underground never go pop |
| Baby heads all bring they friends we drop, do the wop |
| Gettin mad bent off the gin and the scotch |
| I’m hittin off the skins then I’m audi from the spot |
| Locked! |