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Pacewon - Locked lyrics
[Pacewon] Uh-huh.. yo, uh-huh Yo I got it locked like the mob on my block The local rap star that the fine women watch My sister used to say that I shoulda been a cop 'til I pulled up in the fully tinted drop Until I rapped on the ninety-six album of the year Now she don't think I'm so weird Now when I pop in the tape she wanna listen Kissin my ass; like back in ninety-five she wasn't dissin Now I got a deal and I'm steppin with a piston C.O. executive position The wisdom of a man doin life inside prison All he do is read, smoke stogs, and be liftin The vision of how I can overcome the system Pace will be a legend in his time like Sonny Liston - locked Yo I got it locked, on the real I got it locked Rollin with the kids that wanna rock Yo no doubt I got it locked, word life I got it locked Whip my 540 on your block Yo don't try to look hard like you holdin down the spot Don't try to look away like you ain't on the jock Cause I'm comin with the Outz and we takin whatchu got Beefin like B.I.G. and Tupac Yo I got it locked like the Feds that be watchin where you plot Locked like Gotti, but headin for the top Get my money up, push Hummers off the lot L and registration, ridin with a fox Set to "Wild Out" like I'm runnin with The L.O.X. Don't make me put you in a pine box - locked! It's like Pacey-come-lately, happy-go-lucky Beat y'all kids like, "Pappy don't snuff me" Don't want her if she ugly, two-faced or chubby Keep my mother lookin lovely, give her money See I need the finest in life, cameras and lights Hammers and ice, people feel me - the good stuff! Blow my whole neighborhood up, glad I stood up Put flavor in your mix like sugar Lock your girl down like Booker; never fall in love with a hooker or cracked out broads that smoke cook-up Could be she fine now well off and she a looker and know how to work the pressure cooker But drugs is more addictive than love, kisses and hugs People slip and get hung, grippin they lung My nigga gettin this money is my number one agenda Tie your raps up like, "please return to sender" Locked - I got it locked, no doubt I got it locked Mixin up the beef with the brat Yo on the real I got it locked, you see I got it locked Underground never go pop Baby heads all bring they friends we drop, do the wop Gettin mad bent off the gin and the scotch I'm hittin off the skins then I'm audi from the spot Locked! |
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