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kids have their own shit It's a trip times flipped must habituate And situate cus my date came a bit too late My game is obsolete that's why I'm constantly Alert on my feet but still can toss a beat And that's all I need so make it rain With all that green let it fall on me Watch me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
Writer(s): Jose Delgado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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