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letra de loked out - house of krazees

loked out lyrics
[intro]
yo man, y’all sold us out
for that you must die

[chorus: ice cube]
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs

[verse 1: r.o.c.]
sucka doom, mass murderer
you ever herd of a rap burglar? im’a serve ya
[mo town?]’s got enough f-cking caps to peel
i got enough snaps to [put this on they phone deals?]
don’t tell me to cut lose, i don’t need no rules
step up, erupt and i knock out your f-ckin’ tooth
and to all the chumps that call themself my f-ckin’ predecessors
step the f-ck off me b-tch, ’cause i’ma bury ya
sticka, sticka n-gga, pull the trigger
sneakier than you figure, nope, no bigger
six foot one ain’t no gun, don’t be lyin’, g
nah, shh, let ’em feel me
as soon as the deal release come blast them b-tch with your ass in
’cause i go crashin’, d-ck in the blackened blood
and guts slashed by my big black p-n-s
’cause sh-t is so far out, punk, i bet you couldn’t even reach it on venus
have you ever seen it? i’m like a loose screw without a bolt, yo
i’m that n-gga with that fresh pair of locs
[chorus: ice cube]
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs

[verse 2: mr. bones]
hocus pocus, mad voodoo
i’m comin’ for your soul, and i thought that you knew
n-ggas better run and hope they never get found
face down on the ground, that’ll teach ya for comin’ around
runnin’ your mouth like a punk b-tch
now i bet you found the crew that’s ’bout to peel yo cap, snitch
ain’t this a b-tch? you get ho’d every day, g
y’all thought you could take me, but punk b-tches can’t fade me
instead i’m laughin’ like it was all a joke
i just be calm and put on my locs

[chorus: ice cube]
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs

[verse 3: hektic]
suckas be talkin’ sh-t, time to sign your death wish
how many fools would you k!ll to be on top of this?
circle of mad h-ll, more like a jail cell
keep your comments to yourself, this ain’t no f-ckin’ show and tell
crazed n-gga with no brain, see what i’m sayin’?
i’m choppin’ n-ggas to bits, and that’s just how it’s layin’
i do my dirty work and get it done quick
ten on one with a gun, you can’t deal with
suckas be playin’ like [?], i’m dangerous
black magic [?] and you can’t hang with this
time traveler [?] i’m in there
i’m that n-gga across alls your nightmare
never go to sleep ’cause of what i did
you stupid sleepin’ b-tches, already cut off your f-ckin’ eyelid
i’m e.x.p., i got my finger on the trigger
so i’m known as a loked out n-gga
[chorus: ice cube]
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs
i’m that n-gga with a fresh pair of locs
i’m that n-gga with
i’m that n-gga with a

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