Brotha Lynch Hung - Locc 2 Da Brain Lyrics
[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc]Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunkI got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punkAnd when that siccness hits I'm like a new stageWatch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the graveTwelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big DanWe bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the streetWhen I got the milli pictured in my headAin't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway deadWhat can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brainOn that insane tip E-B-K everydayThe block-style ***** smokin' dankWith my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tankMy nine on the side going Both ways,Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sidewaysChorus: repeat 2XLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-KWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the wayLocc to da brain...[Verse 2: Big Dan]Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuceLocc to the brain set-trippin' after *****ing with that sick juiceI *****in' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot(you down to ride?) yeah we *****in' with them body drops stopHit the lights there them niggas goReach for your flags your straps and roll the windows lowRoll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,They *****in' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clipThey bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,A *****ing doughnut and the twelve-gauge pumpHang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ahL-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in painInsane loc so a nigga don't give a *****It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuckI let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much bloodIt's all for gang and the gang shows no love foolSo if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,I suggest you hideChorus: 1XLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-KWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for thisBack with tight big shitThem fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shitWhen they get lit up on they turfSo move on with they life one even leftThat since that time I haven't heard from himNow that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc'sSo nigga ***** it, i'll do it like your ass is deadAnd touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shellI'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a *****Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you *****ing snitchSo you'll make a switch on how you're gang-bangingL-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that waySee your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floorAnd watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your ***** apartAnd now it is said and what was saidWill come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your assChorus: repeat 2XLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-KWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way[Verse 4: Baby Reg]See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack meWith a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posseBut I ain't going out for a jack moveThe only thing on my mindIs pullin my nine and these handles in these foolsNow tell me what you busters want with me?They started talking about pockets on the ground you meanEmpty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' shermsBut i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burnNow take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminalI'm standing all alone in the streetAnd talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffinThrew up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nineAnd started bustin on niggas and watching every muther *****er try to runThat locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a *****ing empty gunSo imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-prideCuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brainChorus: repeat 2XLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-KWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sightBout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hitthe night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it'sEBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sightThat locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrumA couple of hits from the purple spliffand I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rumI have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brainsNigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayingsThat locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gangThem niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thangIt ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas liveCuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em'bustin them reps up in them niggas ribsIt's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nineCreepin through your set hit the stopSign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C'sFeel the breeze from the slugs in my nine nowRest in peaceChorus: repeat 4XLocc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-KWhere niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way
