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DJ Quik - Loked Out Hood lyrics
Here we go Yo a day in the life of a player named Quik I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick And just because I drink the 8 they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck so blame it on the loc est Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip Teddy Bear's in the house so don't even trip We're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring* And AMG is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring* I pick up the phone and it's the D (whassup nigga?) He said he's comin down at about two on the dot So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot And now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin DJ Quik ain't jokin Fuck with me on DSP and you'll get broken My name is Quik, but you can call me Daddy Yo open up the door, they think I'm Freak Man in a Caddy Now Freaky's in an El doggin shabbies in at Alco And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go) D just came with a forty and a quart In addition to the three that Greedy just brought But I don't wanna start early, so I just might put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (aww yeah) And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak Spray on some serious and put on my Girbaud jeans Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim And it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slim Five thirty on the clock an |
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