Had to Be Loc’d

Lyrics

[Intro] - Ay, wassup, Navy? - Ay, wassup, Cool Whip? - Wassup with you and your brother' new shit? - Oh, all I can say is to all those muthafuckas out there That didn't wanna give my brothers props FUCK 'EM [Verse 1] Yo, Prod, let's hit the muthafuckin' hood and get our clown on, G Banana clip, the UZI for the punks don't wanna be Down for the underground but niggas wanna front It's the 1990's Havikk sent to poppin' trunks Hit the damn parks all the niggas gettin' loc'd Smokin' that endo, brawlin' on a coat Crips huggin' Bloods, Bloods huggin' on a Crip, G Niggas got the AK stash for the PD, ohh I guess the felon has to rock it, nigga, don't stop 0808, yeah, drop it SCC's in the house to the hoe's you Better hide that ass 'cause these niggas wanna do you, ooh I guess it's time for a drive-by You wanna die, nigga, why, nigga, if you try I might smoke 'cause I'm loc'd off the endo South Central style, brake 'em like a window Hooh, who gives a damn, nigga, run up Get your ass beat in the street, muthafucka Lighter than the lightest muthafucka 'cause I'm ruthless Come into my hood and your ass is leavin' toothless Yeah [Chorus x2] Had to be loc'd cause I claim South Central Wassup, punk, it's South Central [Verse 2] Strollin' thru the hood with the quickness Gunshots rippin', niggas in the hood still trippin' Gotta pack a gat, yo, when I'm steppin' with the fellas 'Cause 1 outta 10 in a crowd will get jealous And wanna get his smoke on 'cause he packs chrome But tryna flex and catch a .9 to your damn dome So fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck the bullshit I stay G'd and my attitude is kill, bitch I roll a 4, drop low on the twisters A .380 in my lap for the jackers South to the muthafuckin' Central, call it jail prone A young black muthafucka's on the way from home Locked down ain't shit, G I'm in and outta jail like a man and not a pussy Give me 5 years, yo, I'm out within 2 Back on the streets slangin', yeah, it's nuthin' new But this is how we live and the shit don't get mental? A hardcore gangsta, a four-time criminal Don't give a damn, damn what they all say I go to sleep and wake UP with my AK [Chorus x2] Had to be loc'd 'cause I claim South Central Wassup, punk, it's South Central [Interlude: L.V.] Huh, yeah, we gon re-zip your ez-ass In the nizzie fizzo You're talkin' about the thrizzy Nigga, just listen to the muthafuckin' V It's all about the nizza millameter [Verse 3] Rhimeson's takin' shit to the climax A muthafuckin' G, I'm puttin' suckas on they back I'm back with a burnin' sensation to inflict shit Jam a fuckin' brick up your ass, you little misfit Stompin' from the S.C., HAV and Prodeje Nuttin' but locs in the hood, fuck the police Niggas steal shit, kill shit and get lit South Central Madness, muthafucka, with a hit Of hardcore flow, buck-buck, bang it up, fool Put your fuckin' brains in ya lap and peel your cap Niggas wanna bail with the locs on and claim shit Get your fuckin' ass lift fuckin' with a lunatic Prodeje, nigga, is it on? Yeah, it's on, get the fuckin' Glock, let it rip to the dome Load the fuckin' Glock as it rock to a temple Shoot a nigga simple then call me a criminal Hit the fuckin' corner, let the UZI flow swift Split your fuckin' mouth 'cause I heard you wanna rip The muthafuckin pen, yo, it's deadly as a cancer Think you can fade me, nigga? then NO is the answer [Chorus x3] Had to be loc'd cause I claim South Central Wassup, punk, it's South Central