Fillem Up

'Cause ****, we budded at the braincell and blew down

**** don't show they face unless they locs

Blue rides, blue flags, everybody else is fuckin' hos

Cut dough, get stuffed in the spot and I can barely see up in this bitch

From all the smoke, goddamn, loc's eyes is bustin' while I choke

Toke one more toke, throw the joint to Lynch and slice some more dope

Adjust my strap so that it's cool and take a sip of fo'

Now it ain't no cabbage burnin' but chronic, got my lips tore up

Off at each other's throats, 'cause ninety-four was crazy than fuck

So I steps out, look up at the darkness, glad it's night and that I'm alive

Ready to die, don't ask why, I don't know why it's like that

Just know that loc's is born to die, ****, so when I'm gone and dead

I'm taking two **** rolls for shit and nine for the fuckin' set, brain

Liquor, murder, wet to the fuckin' brain-brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With liquor, murder, sherm to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Drink liquor, murder, wet to the fuckin' brain-brain

Fillem up with slugs, fillem up, fillem up to his cranium

With liquor, murder, sherm to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

I stay high for the reason **** is in the season

And I'm sick of the fucking stress

Fill em up, Loc 2 Da Brain, now

Fill 'em up like quick to the fuckin' shits

Now let's let go of the smoke and

Float to the gangsta flow, can't none of 'em fuck with

Got **** rolls dying from contact smoke

It's a Loc 2 Da Brain insane thing

We smoke to the brain and gangbang with folks

Got an indo theory for any **** that's out there tripping off that loc

Now who wanna smoke and who wanna get smoked

By the gang that's straight locc?

'Cause a punk ain't shit like a bitch ain't shit

They can all get crept with fucks

I steps out, look up at the darkness

Glad it's night and that I'm alive

Ready to die, don't ask why, I don't know why it's like that

Just know that **** is gonna die

Loccs, so when I'm going dead, I'm taking two **** rolls for shit

And nine for the fucking set, brain

Liquor, murder, wet to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With liquor, murder, wet to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Drink liquor, murder, sherm to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With liquor, murder, locc to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Now, liquor-liquor, murder, murda sherm to the fucking brain-brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With liquor, murder, wet to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With liquor, murder, sherm to the fucking brain

Now it ain't no cabbage burnin' but chronic, got my lips tore up

Liquor, murder, locc to the fucking brain

Fill 'em up with slugs, fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium, ****