| Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Nigga, what you know 'bout the K-Rock the bald head?
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| Nigga, we Prophet, motherfucker, don’t stop it
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| Scan fuckin' man wit' the Glock, make 'em drop it
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| Damn fool, what’s this?
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| Step into the cut, just smokin' and smokin'
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| See me locin' and chokin' it
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| They buck, buck, buck when the po-pos come again
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| Buck, buck, buck, buck!
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| Now I was chillin' and ridin' with a couple of my niggas
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| They caught the motherfucker slippin'
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| With a mean look to my face, «where you goin'?»
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| You dodgin' my bullets, runnin' from the deathbed
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| Two shots to the head, now that nigga dead
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| I’m outside, be high
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| Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced out, dead
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| If it’s a nigga with Anna, let it flow to the grave
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| Let it roll to the dead
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| Scarecrow sophisticated
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| Thugsta packs his heat
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| Gun barrel smokin'
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| The little Infamous’s start kickin' in
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| Gettin' me hype
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| On a little bitty pipe leak
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| Fool you better watch your shit
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| Comin' up at me quick
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| Like ya up to somethin'
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| What’s wrong gonna make me drum
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| In a world war three to the rock ch-chainsaw massacre run
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| Across the day I saw that afterbirth comin' out the med room
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| And ever since that day I’ve been wanting
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| To put a motherfuckin' slug behind some niggas earlobe
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| It’s weird though, It’s weird though
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| No hollows there is no tomorrow
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| The Kaze, Lord Infamous, horror
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| I beat you negroes all goodbye
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| Sayonara
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| I’m so high I want to die
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| Ain’t no reason why, why
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| Ain’t no fuckin' alibi
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| I be wonderin' why
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| Why do I roll so many blunts
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| Do I pull them Three 6 stunts
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| Juicy catch me before I jump
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| Jump off of the ocean side
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| Ocean side call it suicide
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| Suicide is no fuckin' crimes in the devil’s eye
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| It’s black
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| Black in this motherfuckin' bitch
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| Nothin' poppin but them motherfucking Mafia Six
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| I’m getting smoked out loced out
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| Staying on top shit
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| Don’t playa hate congratulate me
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| Give me my props bitch, ugh
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| No top notch niggas I’m scopin' so you can’t stop
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| The prophet the posse
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| The whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop
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| Don’t think I would have sympathy for shit that I said or did
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| I’m daddy’s little girl that got caught up in the wrong shit
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| So listen to my words of wisdom this shit is so so real
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| The realer the bitch come the stronger the nut will
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| When you hear the word Triple 6
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| You get sick
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| Cause you know it’s many in our click
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| Strap that dick
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| When the hollow points touch your skin
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| Then it rips
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| Travel through your body then your friend
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| Yo wig split
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| Man you busters know the mob don’t play
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| When we spray
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| So it’s best that you stay outta our way
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| Or decay
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| Layin' your coffin in your grave
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| Is where you lay
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| Instead of walkin' round' here like you brave
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| Now let us pray
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| Loced out, smoked out where them killas hangin hoe
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| Deep down south in the ghetto where we slangin' dope
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| Lyrics do you fear it when you hear it
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| Enter in your head
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| Hypnotizing young motherfuckers
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| Leavin' others dead
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| Scared from the sight
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| But the truth Project Pat’s gonna preach
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| Strugglin' every night
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| It’s my niggas that I’m tryin' to reach
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| Locked in the pen
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| Who would never see them streets again
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| All for the mighty dollars
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| All for them dividends
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| Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
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| Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (loced out, loced out)
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| Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
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| Loced out lo-loced-
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| Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
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| Loced out lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, Triple Six Mafia
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| Triple six up in your grill
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| We be kickin' that ass
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| Don’t be talkin that lame
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| Blame it on the funk
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| Pour the drank and I fuck all with that cocaine
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| You really don’t know nothin' 'bout six
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| Puttin' everything down with the shit
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| But I promise to God
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| If a nigga try to test me feel the worst of this click
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| Nigga get more buck to the to the gut
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| Three six with a 40 cal with a pump
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| We talk about you that nigga who that
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| Cause I pull that shoot at who Cares
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| Pat blast on that ass on the tainted glass
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| Raw got him on the run
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| But we on his ass
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| Nigga stop on the track
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| When we get to the b-h-z
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| Don’t let no nigga pass
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
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| Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
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| Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
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| Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (loced out, loced out) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoked Out, Loced Out , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Prophet's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп