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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Locc to The Brain

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Verse one: baby x-rated loccComin off that high its that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunkI got the mossberg pump and bout to jack a punkAnd when that siccness hits Im like a new stageWatch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the graveTwelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big danWe bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the streetWhen I got the milli pictured in my headAint no stoppin cuz the devil said Im halfway deadWhat can I say got them evil thoughts fillin up my head locc to the brainOn that insane tip e-b-k everydayThe block-style bitch smokin dankWith my braids in my hair and Im riding on a full tankMy nine on the side going both ways,Peel a niggas cap and then Im sidewaysChorus: repeat 2xLocc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-kWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the wayLocc to da brain...Verse two: big danNow try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuceLocc to the brain set-trippin after fucking with that sick juiceI fuckin pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot(you down to ride? ) yeah we fuckin with them body drops stopHit the lights there them niggas goReach for your flags your straps and roll the windows lowRoll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,They fuckin duckin dodging bullets damn I emptied the clipThey bustin back trying to hit us from the blind side low,A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pumpHang from the window whats up now nigga yee-ahL-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in painInsane loc so a nigga dont give a fuckIts in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuckI let the gauge loose damn Ive never seen so much bloodIts all for gang and the gang shows no love foolSo if you ever see us rollin through your side it aint all good,I suggest you hideChorus: 1xLocc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-kWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the wayVerse 3: mr. docCome with me deep see how Im bout to do it for thisBack with tight big shitThem fools that say theyll kill the stinking hits not doing shitWhen they get lit up on they turfSo move on with they life one even leftThat since that time I havent heard from himNow thats my locc right damn, whered you go folks? Remember were supposed to be the ones with brains this loccsSo nigga fuck it, Ill do it like your ass is deadAnd touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shellIm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitchSomes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitchSo youll make a switch on how youre gang-bangingL-o-c and to the brain real loccs dont play that waySee your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floorAnd watch them flesh-shredders bout to rip your asshole apartAnd now it is said and what was saidWill come to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless your assChorus: repeat 2xLocc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-kWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the wayVerse 4: baby regSee I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz a nigga is trying to jack meWith a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posseBut I aint going out for a jack moveThe only thing on my mindIs pullin my nine and these handles in these foolsNow tell me what you busters want with me? They started talking about pockets on the ground you meanEmpty my loot out, you fools must be smokin shermsBut Ill be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burnNow take a lesson from a sac-town criminalIm standing all alone in the streetAnd talkin shit to your circle and aint no blastin yall must be bluffinThrew up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nineAnd started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to runThat locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gunSo imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-prideCuz when I ride its always locc to da brainChorus: repeat 2xLocc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-kWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the wayVerse 5: brotha lynchYou cant see me for the fact that the inside of my straps in your sightBout to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hitThe night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and itsEbk everyday until the day I hit my grave-sightThat locc to the brain cuz its all redrumA couple of hits from the purple spliffAnd Im workin a fifth of the coke and rumI have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brainsNigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal swangsThat locc to the brain shit aint no game its a gangThem niggas that killed they mama for some fame it aint no thangIt aint no way, I dump and let them niggas liveCuz where Im from we rockin up on emBustin them reps up in them niggas ribsIts twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nineCreepin through your set hit the stopSign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four csFeel the breeze from the slugs in my nine nowRest in peaceChorus: repeat 4xLocc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-kWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the way

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