Текст песни Locc 2 Da Brain (Brotha Lynch Hung) с переводом

Comin off that high, it’s that devil Zagg wrapped around some funk

In the trunk I got the Mossberg pump and 'bout to jack a punk

And when that siccness hits I’m like a new stage

Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave

Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll

Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan

We 'bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this

Take ya Glock off safety turn around and hit the street

When I got the milli pictured in my head

Ain’t no stoppin 'cause the devil said I’m halfway dead

What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head

Locc to the brain on that insane tip, E-B-K everyday

The block-style bitch smokin' dank

With my braids in my hair and I’m riding on a full tank

My nine on the side going both ways

Peel a niggas cap and then I’m sideways

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

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

Locc to da brain

Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce

Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice

I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot, lock the plot

(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop

Hit the lights there them niggas go

Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low

Roll slow these niggas looking like they know it’s a hit

They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets

Damn, I emptied the clip

They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side, Locc

A fucking doughnut in the twelve-gauge pump

Hang from the window what’s up now nigga yeah

L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain

Insane loc so a nigga don’t give a fuck

It’s in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck

I let the gauge loose damn I’ve never seen so much blood

It’s all for gang and the gang shows no love fool

So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain’t all good

I suggest you hide

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

Come with me deep

See how I’m 'bout to deal with all this

Backwards type bitch shit

Them fools that say they’ll kill that’s taking hits not doing shit

When they get lit up on they turf

Some move on with they life one even left

Then since that time I haven’t heard from him

Now that’s my locc right damn, where’d you go folks?

Remember we’re supposed to be the ones with brains this locc’s

So nigga fuck it, i’ll do it like your ass is dead

And touch them niggas with the MAC-11 out of the shell

I’m burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch

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

L-O-C and to the brain real locc’s don’t play that way

See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor

And watch them flesh-shredders 'bout to rip your asshole apart

And now it is said and what was said

Will come to pass from Mr. Doc, amen

God bless your ass

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

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

See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause a nigga is trying to jack me

With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse

But I ain’t going out for a jack move

The only thing on my mind

Is pullin my nine and is handlin' in these fools

Now tell me what you busters want with me

They started talking about 'pockets on the ground', you mean

Empty my loot out? You fools must be smokin' sherms

But I’ll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn

Now take a lesson from a Sactown criminal

I’m standing all alone in the street

And talkin shit to your circle and ain’t no blastin', y’all must be bluffin

Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine

And started bustin on niggas and watching every motherfucker try to run

That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun

So I’mma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride

'Cause when I ride it’s always locc to da brain

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

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 can’t see me for the fact that the inside of my strap’s in your sight

Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit

The night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it’s

EBK everyday all day til the day I hit my gravesite

That locc to the brain 'cause it’s all redrum

A couple of hits from the purple spliff

And I’m workin a fifth of the coke and rum

I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains

Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings

That locc to the brain shit ain’t no game it’s a gang

Them niggas that’d kill they mama for some fame it ain’t no thang

It ain’t no way, I dump and let them niggas live

'Cause where I’m from we rockin up on em'

Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs

It’s twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my Glock-nine

Creepin through your set hit the stop

Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C’s

Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now

Rest in peace

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

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

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

Locc to da brain