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Loked Out Hood
Lyricist:David Marvin Blake, Trade Martin, Carlos Nathaniel Ward
One day I was chillin' on Arabian's spruce Forty in my hand and it's time to get lose Got my Nikes and my Fila T-shirt and black khakis I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket
John, was chillin' in the passenger seat Stepped up out the car and started dancin' in the street Now John, was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locos
Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign Here come little snub, from the maple block Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my posse's gettin' bigger because of all these niggas I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger Looked up at the corner and who did I see? Wayne and his little man pop and Nookie
Now Sha, came rollin' up on a little scooter Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai Buddha I told him I didn't have it but yet I went to grab it I lit it up and hit it up and now I'm draggin' it
Wayne, took a hit, pop took a puff Nookie, started chokin' and now he's fucked up The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school I'm never gettin' sweated 'cause I'm just too cool fool
Sun's goin' down and now it's night My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm alley
We all jumped up and we started to stroll A young nigga like the quiksta was takin' control The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's Now, if you wanna join then you gotta pay ya dues
We got up to the alley and everything was chill They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs I stood up 'cause I didn't have a chair
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Now, Pop said, 'Yo, let's get some cuts†Get that old 8 so we can get fucked up Now, I'll put a twenty H put a 10 And said, 'Fuck it, super soca and ginâ€
Now, everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang No belt in his khakis so his lee's could sag
Now, here comes stick with a 20 dollar bag But he can't roll a joint 'cause he ain't got no zigzags I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28 You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late
So he went to the store and he got the zags He came back walkin' with my homeboy cash Sucka came over he was lookin' for a ride Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide
A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer I'm chillin' like a villain and I got no fear Now Tony lane came he said he was bored Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store
I said, ‽I'm bored too, so what's up with that?†Wayne said, 'Is anyone down to jack?†Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump But I don't want no deuce-deuce, 'cause I ain't no chump
Now, Mike said, 'Dane which one do you choose?†I could take the 38 and you can have the ooze But before we can jet and be on our way Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray
Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights waitin' until the time was right A fool jumped out all dressed in guess? Shot him in the chest The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far 'Cause Mike had the ooze and he aimed it for the car
Now, that's how it's done and we do it good Just another day in my looked out hood So all y'all remember that we can't be stopped What's the name of my hood? Figure that shit out you fools
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