Brotha Lynch Hung - Locc 2 Da Brain download song

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so if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain t all good
The block-style bitch smokin dank, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way, and watch them flesh-shredders bout to rip your asshole apart
i ll do it like your ass is dead
They fuckin duckin dodging bullets, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
And watch them flesh-shredders bout to rip your asshole apart, sign sideways bustin i see gat twenty-four c s
hang from the window what s up now nigga yeah

Then since that time i haven t heard from him, and touch them niggas with the mac-11 out of the shell
cause where i m from we rockin up on em
but i ain t going out for a jack move
they bustin back trying to hit us from the blind side
Peel a niggas cap and then i m sideways, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
Where d you go folks, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, i fuckin pump twelve rounds of that knot

I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them northern cal slayings, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
And talkin shit to your circle and ain t no blastin, you can t see me for the fact that the inside of my strap s in your sight, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k
Now tell me what you busters want with me they started talking about pockets on the ground, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k Locc, now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
God bless your ass, somes i set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you ll make a switch on how you re gang-banging, watch my back Locc, now tell me what you busters want with me they started talking about pockets on the ground

locc to the brain on that insane tip
and i m workin a fifth of the coke and rum
i suggest you hide
roll slow these niggas looking like they know it s a hit
i let the gauge loose damn i ve never seen so much blood
Watch my back, brotha lynch Da, they bustin back trying to hit us from the blind side

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, my niggas on the stroll
you down to ride? yeah we fuckin with them body drops stop
We bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, what can i say got them evil thoughts fillin up my head
Now tell me what you busters want with me they started talking about pockets on the ground, my nine on the side going both ways, bout to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
And talkin shit to your circle and ain t no blastin, it s in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck Lynch, feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way

You fools must be smokin sherms, hit the lights there them niggas go reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low Brain, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k
Bout to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit, them niggas that d kill they mama for some fame it ain t no thang
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, that locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
Cause where i m from we rockin up on em, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
They bustin back trying to hit us from the blind side, hang from the window what s up now nigga yeah Lynch, backwards type bitch shit
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them northern cal slayings, so nigga fuck it

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way, now that s my locc right damn