Traduzione: Loc 8. Live Big (Remix).
Traduzione: Loc 8. Got It Locked.
(feat. The WhoRidas) [Intro:] WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks [X8] [WhoRidas:] Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock With the master key
"Whassup now muthafuka?" [x8] [El Da Sensai] It goes like this then it goes like that Artifacts yo we rap mad facts without no feedback Bust a niggy
, LBC, me and B-A-D low ridin', and Navigators foe the haters I take some for now, and save some for later smoke with Coke Loc a dip with Tip Tip get
it And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it Never fake it My older brother taught me game And sometimes even let the young soldier hang As a loc
It's a B-K all day Cause it's still East Side till I die [BIG FREEZE] I'm buckin' all Slobs nigga slippin' Set trippin' is my favourite past time Loc
solo But Crabs ?of piece? Out of niggas don't give a fuck Rollin' with the street gang knockin' out Crabs Cause it's an everyday muthafuckin' thang [SIN LOC] Sin Loc
sure fun [FO' CLIPS] Crippin' ain't easy - in the city (Crippin' ain't easy) But it's fun, yeah (But it's fun, ye-ye-yeah) [BLUE RAG] I'm loc'd to the
There's dollars to be made and posses to waste Pass by the hood to pick up the gat Stop by the studio for the new track Q Ball rollin, 8 Ball in the pocket
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's [x2] [C-Bo] Y'all niggas that don't know me why the loc be frontin? Just cuz 38 a day I'm bluntin, trey 8 for nuttin But incase
half a flynn with my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz Ready to bust and make it happen fo' sho', so stack G's with them 8-ball gangstas and the young mack
(feat. Lunasicc, Laroo) Now it's on, flip me at '7-8 Coupe Reds, hydraulics, duece, representin the do and you can trip if ya wanna, but, boy, you be
Bloodshed] My skills are sharper than a prize fighter My right hook and left hook is guaranteed to leave your eyes tighter Out of my crew I am the loc
oh I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Hey the homiez kickin' it real Yeh I hear what he's sayin' loc
low with the dead light Jack off my strap check my tracts 'fore I blast 'em Creased up khakis and a .44 Magnum AG's 40, 5-3 C killin' 8-8, 11-6 Straight
strike against me What can I do? And where can I turn? Which way can I go? I don't know but I just can't get with this shit no more Loc even though I
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club 11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's How the fuck we sneak in with
