Brother Lynch - Locc 2 Da Brain lyrics
rate me[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc]<br />
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk<br />
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk<br />
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage<br />
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave<br />
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, <br />
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan<br />
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, <br />
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street<br />
When I got the milli pictured in my head<br />
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead<br />
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain<br />
On that insane tip E-B-K everyday<br />
The block-style bitch smokin' dank<br />
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank<br />
My nine on the side going Both ways, <br />
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways<br />
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Chorus: repeat 2X<br />
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Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K<br />
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way<br />
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Locc to da brain... <br />
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[Verse 2: Big Dan]<br />
Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce<br />
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after f**king with that sick juice<br />
I f**kin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot<br />
(you down to ride? ) yeah we f**kin' with them body drops stop<br />
Hit the lights there them niggas go<br />
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low<br />
Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here, <br />
They f**kin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip<br />
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low, <br />
A f**king doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump<br />
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah<br />
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain<br />
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a f**k<br />
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck<br />
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood<br />
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool<br />
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good, <br />
I suggest you hide<br />
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Chorus: 1X<br />
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Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K<br />
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way<br />
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[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]<br />
Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this<br />
Back with tight big shit<br />
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit<br />
When they get lit up on they turf<br />
So move on with they life one even left<br />
That since that time I haven't heard from him<br />
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks? <br />
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's<br />
So nigga f**k it, I'll do it like your ass is dead<br />
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell<br />
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch<br />
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you f**king snitch<br />
So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging<br />
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way<br />
See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor<br />
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart<br />
And now it is said and what was said<br />
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass<br />
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Chorus: repeat 2X<br />
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Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K<br />
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way<br />
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[Verse 4: Baby Reg]<br />
See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me<br />
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse<br />
But I ain't going out for a jack move<br />
The only thing on my mind<br />
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools<br />
Now tell me what you busters want with me? <br />
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean<br />
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms<br />
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn<br />
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal<br />
I'm standing all alone in the street<br />
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin<br />
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine<br />
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther f**ker try to run<br />
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a f**king empty gun<br />
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride<br />
'cause' when I ride it's always locc to da brain<br />
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Chorus: repeat 2X<br />
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Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K<br />
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way<br />
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[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]<br />
You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight<br />
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit<br />
The night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's<br />
EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight<br />
That locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum<br />
A couple of hits from the purple spliff<br />
And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum<br />
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains<br />
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings<br />
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang<br />
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang<br />
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live<br />
'cause' where I'm from we rockin up on em'<br />
Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs<br />
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine<br />
Creepin through your set hit the stop<br />
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's<br />
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now<br />
Rest in peace<br />
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Chorus: repeat 4X<br />
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Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K<br />
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way
