Real Loccs

Lyrics

[Interlude: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, this music thang, I do it 'cause my kids gotta eat, you know? Bullet Mac, you know what I'm sayin', much love, ha ha To my Blocc nigga, you know, D-Dubb, nigga Nigga started the 4, you know And that nigga Terry Joe, keepin' that old dirt goin', you know That nigga Tom Tom, initiatin' muh'fuckas Slim Dog, Len Dog, Shooter Them motherfuckers from the X family, you know, Big X, Little X, Baby X Them niggas Psycho, One and Two, Pee Wee, you know My niggas from Locc 2 Da Brain, Big Dan, Baby Reg B-Flat, COS, you know what I'm sayin', Kareem Y'all niggas takin' 'em for the Locc 2 Da Brain, you know what I'm sayin' Them niggas from the Sicc Bay, them motherfuckers Coochie, you know, T-La, Emo runnin' that shit Y'all better let me do some cuts, muh'fucker, high-ass muh'fuckers You know what I'm sayin', my nigga Sicx You know no one nigga created that old sicc shit, nigga, you know that shit We was sicc from the get, nigga, you know To my nigga C-Bo, here's some more love, nigga Get the hint, nigga, you know what I'm sayin' Ms. Marvaless, keep doin' that shit, homie, you ain't no joke Thanks for the love, you know what I'm sayin' My nigga Loki, they can't feel you right now, nigga, you know But don't trip, we gon' fuck them niggas' brains up, you know My nigga AC, Blacc, RJ 4 Loko, you know we ain't vocal but that's alright, nigga, you got much love That nigga Marcus, what's up, nigga Dave, my cousin Emil in the Rat Pack, nigga We gon' hook up and do some shit, you know Vernon Tidwell, nigga, don't even trip, nigga, it's all good That nigga Hollis Them niggas in the Bay Area, you know what I'm sayin' E-40, Mac Mall, B-Legit My niggas South Central Cartel, you know To my nigga Hystables, you know what I'm sayin', what up, nigga That nigga Cisco, stay drunk, nigga, stay drunk That nigga Lowdown, Emory, White Boy B, you know what I'm sayin' Clean your house, motherfucker, ha ha ha That nigga Rabbit's in this motherfucker My nigga Charles, you shoulda kept both those hoes, nigga My nigga Arc B, fuckin' them hoes, wit' a ooh, wit' a ooh Big ass Andrew, nigga, what's up, nigga All the Mann family, you know what I'm sayin', my momma Oh, I forgot my little nigga, little Sicx TJ, you know what I'm sayin', and the new one My niggas Moe Green, G-Man, what's up, nigga If I forgot muh'fuckas, then, hey, shit, your name'll probably be on the album cover, you know It's all good, you know But one thing, I ain't sweatin' no hoes, nigga; I ain't sweatin' no hoes All I need them motherfuckers for is to pay me You shoot a motherfuckin' nigga, bitch, pay me You fuck a nigga, pay me You rob a nigga, pay me, you know what I'm sayin' If you ever fall in love with another nigga, you better love payin' me 'Cause all I want is the money, you know what I'm sayin' You could love another nigga, 'cause I don't love them toes You know what I'm sayin' So you could lose y'all motherfuckin' self, I'll gain me a couple more You know what I'm sayin' So I'm 'bout out this motherfucker, I'm kinda like out Fuck peace, hoes, and flat tops [Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung & Woman] (Hey baby, you wanna go out?) Nigga, look at this shit (You wanna go out, honey?) This drunk-ass, fat-ass bitch (Come here, cutie. Hey, come here) Hell nah (Did you hear what I said? I said come here) Bitch, I said hell nah (Come here, daddy) Look at this bitch (Uh, you look so good) Shut up, bitch *gunshots*