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Cuz nigga we budded at the brain cell and blue down |
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Niggas don't show they face unless they locs |
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Blue rides blue flags everyone else was fuccin hoes |
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Cut though get stucc in the spot |
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And I could barely breath up in ths 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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Tote one more to tote |
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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 gonna die |
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Nigga so when I going dead I'm takin 2 |
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Nigga rolls for shit |
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9 for the fuccin set brain |
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[Chorus] |
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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 |
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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 |
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Nigga rolls for shit |
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9 for the fuccin set brain |
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[Chorus] |
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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 |
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Now LIQUOR! MURDER! |
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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 |
