Gang Related movie - Loc'd Out Hood lyrics

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Song by Kurupt (of Tha Dogg Pound)<br /><br>

[Chorus One/Intro:]<br>

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It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot<br>

Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute<br>

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Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz...<br>

I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes<br>

life so great, plus haste makes waste<br>

And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles<br>

Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down<br>

Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash)<br>

Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em<br>

in The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams<br>

There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes<br>

I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow)<br>

Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first<br>

The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump<br>

The one to dump last is the first to get slumped<br>

The mental temptation, mental assassination<br>

My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation<br>

I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute'<br>

Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop<br>

I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke<br>

Crack to amphetamines to speed<br>

I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine<br>

to leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen<br>

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[Chorus Two:]<br>

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These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me<br>

Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me<br>

Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency<br>

So drift with me, hit a spliff with me<br>

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[repeat]<br>

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Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack<br>

Young Gotti entered the party from the back<br>

Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve<br>

on the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday<br>

Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed<br>

Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be<br>

Verbal homicide be ready to rupture<br>

Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure<br>

I make money, cause that's all I know how to make<br>

That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes<br>

I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what)<br>

Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots<br>

They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume<br>

I live illegal, but they assumed too soon<br>

I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat<br>

I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat<br>

It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded<br>

Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh<br>

There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me<br>

or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani<br>

I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist<br>

with tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards<br>

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[Chorus One: 2X]<br>

[Chorus Two: 2X]<br>

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These motherfuckin bitches...<br>

These motherfuckin niggaz... fool...<br>

Don't you know... say what, say what?<br>

Who? Who?<br>

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[Chorus One: 2X]<br>

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Daz, in the house, yeah<br>

My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah<br>

Snoop Dogg, is in the house<br>

And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house<br>

And Death Row, is in the house...<br>

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