Smoked Out, Loced Out

Lyrics

[Chorus] Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out Triple, triple six mafia, mafia Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out Triple, triple six mafia, mafia Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out loced out Triple, triple six mafia, mafia Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out Triple, triple six mafia, mafia [Verse 1: K-Rock] Nigga, what you know 'bout the K-Rock the bald head? Nigga, we Prophet, motherfucker, don't stop it Scan fuckin' Man wit' the Glock, make 'em drop it Damn fool, what's this? Step into the cut, just smokin' and smokin' See me locin' and chokin' it They buck, buck, buck when the po-pos come again Buck, buck, buck, buck! Now I was chillin' and ridin' with a couple of my niggas They caught the motherfucker slippin' With a mean look to my face, "where you goin'?" You dodgin' my bullets, runnin' from the deathbed Two shots to the head, now that nigga dead I'm outside, be high Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced out, yeah If it's a nigga with anna, let it flow to the grave Let it roll to the dead [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Scarecrow sophisticated thugsta packs his gun, gun barrel smokin' neat freak The little Infamous's start kickin' in, he gettin' me hype on another bloody pipe leak Boy you better watch your shit comin' up at me quick Like ya up to somethin' what's wrong Gonna make me drum in a world war three to the rock ch-chainsaw massacre run I was raw since the day I saw that afterbirth comin' out the med room And ever since that day I've been wanting to put a motherfuckin' slug behind some niggas earlobe It's weird though, It's weird though No hollows there is no tomorrow The Kaze, Lord Infamous, horror I beat you negroes all goodbye - sayonara [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] I'm so high I want to die Ain't no reason "why" "Why" ain't no fuckin' alibi I be wonderin' why Why do I roll so many blunts? Do I pull them Three 6 stunts? Juicy catch me before I jump Jump off of the ocean side Ocean side, call it suicide Suicide is no fuckin' crimes in the devil's eye It's black Black in this motherfuckin' bitch Nothin' poppin but Da motherfuckin' Mafia 6ix [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] I'm getting smoked out loced out, staying on top of shit Don't playa hate congratulate me, give me my props bitch, ugh The top notch niggas I'm scopin' so you can't stop The Prophet the Posse The whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop Don't think I would have sympathy for shit that I said or did I'm daddy's little girl that got caught up in the wrong biz So listen to my words of wisdom this shit is so fo' real The realer the bitch come the stronger the nut will [Verse 5: Juicy J] When you hear the word Triple 6 You get sick Cause you know it's many in our click Strapped and thick When the hollow points touch your skin Then it rips Travel through your body then your friend Yo wig split Man you busters know the mob don't play When we spray So it's best that you stay out our way Or decay Lyin' your coffin in your grave Is where you lay Instead of walkin' round' here like you brave Now let us pray [Verse 6: Project Pat] Loced out, smoked out, where them killas hangin' hoe Deep down south in the ghetto where we slangin' dope Lyrics, do you fear it when you hear it enter in your head? Hypnotizing young motherfuckers, leavin' others dead Scared from the sight but the truth Project Pat's gonna preach Strugglin' every night, it's my niggas that I'm tryin' to reach Locked in the pen, who would never see them streets again All for the mighty dollar, all for them dividends [Chorus] Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (loced out, loced out) Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia Loced out lo-loced- Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia Loced out lo-loced out loced out Triple, Triple Six Mafia [Verse 7: DJ Paul] Triple 6 up in your grill, we be kickin' that ass then we takin' that name Blame it on the funk, pour the drank cause I fuck off with that cocaine You really don't know nothin' 'bout the Six Puttin' everything down with the shit But I promise to God If a nigga try to test me feel the worst of this click Nigga get more buck to the to the gut Three 6 with a 40 cal with a pump We take 'em down through there, nigga who there Cause the blue that you wear, who cares Pat blast on that ass, bet he can't last Raw got him on the run but we on his ass Nigga stop on the track when we get to the B.H.Z Don't let no nigga pass! [Chorus] Triple, triple six mafia, mafia Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out Triple, triple six mafia, mafia Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out loced out Triple, triple six mafia, mafia Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out Triple, triple six mafia, mafia Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (loced out, loced out)