Loc's Lyrics

These are some crazy ass locs

Run up on them you get smoked

All they want is to sell dope

But they can't cus the popo

These are some crazy ass locs

Run up on them you get smoked

All they want is to sell dope

But they can't cus the popo

Posted with some demons that like to get loc'd and shoot for no reason

Close your mouth homie why the fuck you speaking for

Talking like you hard but you a bitch behind the fucken door

Give'em what they don't want cus of the shit that he asking for

You tryina talk it out well homie talk it out then

You tryina walk it out well homie walk it out then

I'm with the locs the locs that leave you dropped In the front door

The ones that get on and do the most you know how that go

Dipping and sipping and smoking on this dro

My eyes are feeling hella low

Headed to the hood to go pick up some doe

You don't have my money get smack with the chrome

You can keep yo bitch ass Obama phone

Call up the spot and go pick up a zone

Tipsy off the Henny and that silver Patron

Flossing the G everywhere I go

These are some crazy ass locs

Run up on them you get smoked

All they want is to sell dope

But they can't cus the popo

These are some crazy ass locs

Run up on them you get smoked

All they want is to sell dope

But they can't cus the popo

They sent the homies on a excavation for my exhumation

Turns out I was alive so my extrication

Was a fresh inhalation

Cus I been away since beepers was a form of communication

And a Motorola flip with the stolen chip

Ballers only now the kids have their own shit

It's a trip times flipped must habituate

And situate cus my date came a bit too late

My game is obsolete that's why I'm constantly

Alert on my feet but still can toss a beat

And that's all I need so make it rain

With all that green let it fall on me

Watch me gather it up like a game show money booth

Running through the industry straight hundred proof

Some of you think no dues have to be paid

Why you think I had a seventeen year delay?

These are some crazy ass locs

Run up on them you get smoked

All they want is to sell dope

But they can't cus the popo

These are some crazy ass locs

Run up on them you get smoked

All they want is to sell dope

But they can't cus the popo