DJ Quik - Laked Out Hood lyrics

One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) and spruce
Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose
Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis
I heard a horn blowin' and
I jumped in my jacket
(John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat
Stepped up out the car and
Started dancing in the street
Now (John?) was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke
He had on some fresh khakis
And was sportin' some locs
Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came
Up from behind
He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block
Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my posse's gettin' bigger
'cuz of all these niggas
I got the 38 and I'm
About to pull the trigger
Looked up at the corner and who did I see?
Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie
Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter
Lookin' for a match so he
Could light the Thai huddha
I told him I didn't have it
But yet I went to grab it
I lit it up and hit it up
And now I'm draggin' it
Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff
Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up
The forty-ounce is hittin'
So I busted into school
I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm
Just too cool fool
Sun's goin' down and now it's night
My posse's cold chillin' and
We're feelin' alright
We heard a lot of noise and
It sounded like a rally
Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley
We all jumped up and we started to stroll
A young nigga like the
Quiksta was takin' control
The DEA posse so deep we walked three 2's
Now if you wanna join - then
You gotta pay ya dues we got up to the alley
And everything was chill
They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill
Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs
I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair
Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts
Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up"
Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10
And said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!"
Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone
Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo
Gangsta's on the steps and
He's tryin' to bang
No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag
Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag
But he can't roll a joint cuz
He ain't got no zigzags
I looked up at my watch, it said 10: 28
"You better run up to the liquor
Store before it's too late"
He went to the store and he got the zags
He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash
Sucka came over he was lookin for a ride
Runnin' from the police
He ain't have no place to hide
A smile came on my face
When I swallowed my beer
I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear
Now Tony Lane came he said he was bored
Eatin' on some chips that he
Got from the store
I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that?
Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack?
Now I can get the AK and
You can get the pump
But I don't want no deuce-deuce
Cuz I ain't no chump" now Mike said
"Dane which one do you choose?"
"I could take the 38 and
You can have the Uze"
But before we can jet and be on our way
Some niggas rolled up and they
Was ready to spray
Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights
Waitin' - until the time was right
A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess?

The niggas tried to jet
But the couldn't get far
Cuz Mike had the uzi and he
Aimed it for the car

Ha Ha
Now that's how it's done and we do it good
Just another day in my loked out hood
Now all y'all remember that
We can't be stopped

(Ha ha haha)
(Figure that shit out you fools)