Locc 2 Da Brain

Comin' off that high it's that double set

Wrapped around some funk in the trunk

I got the mossberg pump and 'bout to jack a punk

And when that sickness hits I'm like a new stage

Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave

Twelve midnight, my **** on the stroll

Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan

We 'bout to roll ridin' deep hella high so **** peep this

Take ya' glock off safety turn around and hit the street

When I got the milli pictured in my head

Ain't no stoppin' 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead

What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head

Locc to the brain

On that insane tip E-be-K everyday

The block-style bitch smokin' dank

With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank

My nine on the side going both ways

Peel a **** cap and then I'm sideways

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin' five and the deuce

Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice

I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot

(You down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop

Hit the lights there them **** go

Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low

Roll slow these **** lookin' like they know it's a hit

They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip

They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side low

A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump

Hang from the window what's up now ****, yeah

L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain

Insane locc so a **** don't give a fuck

It's in the hearts so these rival **** straight stuck

I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood

It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool

So if you ever see us rollin' through your side it ain't all good

I suggest you hide

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Come with me deep

See how I'm 'bout to do it for this back with tight big shit

Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit

When they get lit up on they turf

So move on with they life one even left

Then since that time I haven't heard from him

Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?

Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's

So **** fuck it, I'll do it like your ass is dead

And touch them **** with the mac eleven out of the shell

I'm burning up the village **** life is a bitch

Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch

So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging

L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way

See your **** on the other side is best to hit the floor

And watch them flesh-shredders 'bout to rip your asshole apart

And now it is said and what was said will come to pass

From Mr. Doc, amen, God bless your ass

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

See I was standing in the middle of a circle

'Cause a **** is trying to jack me

With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse

But I ain't going out for a jack move the only thing on my mind

Is pullin' my nine and is handlin' these fools

Now tell me what you busters want with me?

They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean

Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms

But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face

And let some gun powder burn

Now take a lesson from a Sac town criminal

I'm standing all alone in the street

And talkin' shit to your circle and ain't no blastin' y'all must be bluffin'

Threw up the sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine

And started bustin' on ****

And watching every motherfucker try to run

That locc to da brain got a **** insane with a fucking empty gun

So I'ma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride

Cause when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight

'Bout to put some slugs in your throat

And put your guts in my coat and hit the night

Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's

E.B.K. everyday all day till the day I hit my gravesite

That locc to the brain 'cause it's all redrum

A couple of hits from the purple spliff

And I'm workin' a fifth of the coke and rum

I have my twelve gauge, pump, decorating **** brains

**** nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings

That locc to da brain shit ain't no game it's a gang

Them **** that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang

It ain't no way, I dump and let them **** live

'Cause where I'm from we rockin' up on 'em

Bustin' them reps up in them **** ribs

It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine

Creepin' through your set hit the stop sign

Sideways bustin' I see gat twenty-four see's

Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now

Rest in peace

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to the brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where **** load they straps cause the rival's on the way

(Locc to the brain)