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All Seeing Eye Music - Had To Be Locd Lyrics

[Intro]
- Ay, wassup, Navy?
- Ay, wassup, Cool Whip?
- Wassup with you and your brother' new shit?
- Oh, all I can say is to all those muthafuckas out there
That didn't wanna give my brothers props
FUCK 'EM

[Verse 1]
Yo, Prod, let's hit the muthafuckin' hood and get our clown on, G
Banana clip, the UZI for the punks don't wanna be
Down for the underground but niggas wanna front
It's the 1990's Havikk sent to poppin' trunks
Hit the damn parks all the niggas gettin' loc'd
Smokin' that endo, brawlin' on a coat
Crips huggin' Bloods, Bloods huggin' on a Crip, G
Niggas got the AK stash for the PD, ohh
I guess the felon has to rock it, nigga, don't stop
0808, yeah, drop it
SCC's in the house to the hoe's you
Better hide that ass 'cause these niggas wanna do you, ooh
I guess it's time for a drive-by
You wanna die, nigga, why, nigga, if you try
I might smoke 'cause I'm loc'd off the endo
South Central style, brake 'em like a window
Hooh, who gives a damn, nigga, run up
Get your ass beat in the street, muthafucka
Lighter than the lightest muthafucka 'cause I'm ruthless
Come into my hood and your ass is leavin' toothless
Yeah
[Chorus x2]
Had to be loc'd cause I claim South Central
Wassup, punk, it's South Central

[Verse 2]
Strollin' thru the hood with the quickness
Gunshots rippin', niggas in the hood still trippin'
Gotta pack a gat, yo, when I'm steppin' with the fellas
'Cause 1 outta 10 in a crowd will get jealous
And wanna get his smoke on 'cause he packs chrome
But tryna flex and catch a .9 to your damn dome
So fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck the bullshit
I stay G'd and my attitude is kill, bitch
I roll a 4, drop low on the twisters
A .380 in my lap for the jackers
South to the muthafuckin' Central, call it jail prone
A young black muthafucka's on the way from home
Locked down ain't shit, G
I'm in and outta jail like a man and not a pussy
Give me 5 years, yo, I'm out within 2
Back on the streets slangin', yeah, it's nuthin' new
But this is how we live and the shit don't get mental?
A hardcore gangsta, a four-time criminal
Don't give a damn, damn what they all say
I go to sleep and wake UP with my AK
[Chorus x2]
Had to be loc'd 'cause I claim South Central
Wassup, punk, it's South Central

[Interlude: L.V.]
Huh, yeah, we gon re-zip your ez-ass
In the nizzie fizzo
You're talkin' about the thrizzy
Nigga, just listen to the muthafuckin' V
It's all about the nizza millameter

[Verse 3]
Rhimeson's takin' shit to the climax
A muthafuckin' G, I'm puttin' suckas on they back
I'm back with a burnin' sensation to inflict shit
Jam a fuckin' brick up your ass, you little misfit
Stompin' from the S.C., HAV and Prodeje
Nuttin' but locs in the hood, fuck the police
Niggas steal shit, kill shit and get lit
South Central Madness, muthafucka, with a hit
Of hardcore flow, buck-buck, bang it up, fool
Put your fuckin' brains in ya lap and peel your cap
Niggas wanna bail with the locs on and claim shit
Get your fuckin' ass lift fuckin' with a lunatic
Prodeje, nigga, is it on?
Yeah, it's on, get the fuckin' Glock, let it rip to the dome
Load the fuckin' Glock as it rock to a temple
Shoot a nigga simple then call me a criminal
Hit the fuckin' corner, let the UZI flow swift
Split your fuckin' mouth 'cause I heard you wanna rip
The muthafuckin pen, yo, it's deadly as a cancer
Think you can fade me, nigga? then NO is the answer
[Chorus x3]
Had to be loc'd cause I claim South Central
Wassup, punk, it's South Central