and they mate don't mix Have you caught up in some serious bullshit [Chorus: C-Loc] You know your girl wanna fuck your dogg, right? Yeah nigga, your girl wanna
nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off
pussy better than a Crip girl Cause Slob niggas listen up, pay attention, I'm Scarface from Atlantic In case I didn't mention, the crazy Lil' Hawk Just wanna
a couple a girls You find a brotha runnin up in the girls I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls I get late - think
(feat. Boo) [First Verse: C-Loc] In the kitchen tryin' to help my girl cookin' Should be, ashamed for lookin' You her Baby sister, yet I'm fantasizin
came with a forty and a quart In addition to the three that Greedy just brought But I don't wanna start early, so I just might put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna
be duped and jerked Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make an end
the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, D double dash Loc I'm from O. C. I still can't see when the
spendin dudes C-notes I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone Guys wanna
t even have to ask I get hype at night, track ya, stalk ya I'm on the hunt till it's time to spliff a blunt The redman ready to run ya The hip-hop funkster
(feat. C-Loc) [Verse One: Max Minelli] After ya lick come score somethin' from me then After ya score try and flip your money then Keep doin' that you
a body like a 'Maserati' Thinkin to myself:'I must be crazy! Tryna give away this hottie!' Now I glance at the passenger seat Can't deny that this girl
two in your face then dip mutha fucca dip [Chorus] (Tre] Anybody wanna get down they know [Doc] That me and my G's got haet on L-O-C [Tre] Anybody wanna
westside to eastside I gots to G-Slide With the beats so high I mob them down low S-C 'till I die keep the fo' dropped down low Twisted so ride S-C to the C
Oh ) It's Locy Coka Ya Kno U Need Me Need Me Need Me Need Me Say What Ya Kno U Need Me Need Me Need Me Need Me Say What Ya Kno U Need Me Need Me Need
loved by the masses We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' Insane 20 gang, anything killa, Tracy Davis, Hair Raises, Goldie Loc The Stealer
an immortal, and that?s the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better
outside nigga grab ya sweater and that bad bitch you fuckin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what
