DJ Quik - Loked Out Hood lyrics

HA HA HA HAA!

One day I was chillin on Aranbe and Spruce
40 in my hand and it's time to get loose
Got my Nikes on my feet, my T-shirt
And black khakis
I heard a horn blowin', looked up
It was Jackie
Shawn was chillin' in the passenger seat
Stripped up out the bra and
Started dancing in the street
Now Shawn lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke
She had on the fresh khakis
And was sportin' the locs
And Thad was poppin' wheelies
Came up from behind
He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Slug from the Maple block
Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my posse's gettin' bigger
Because 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, Inch, Little Man, Pot and Nookie
Now Shot 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, I hit it up
And now I'm draggin' it
Wayne took a hit, Pot took a puff
Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up
The 40-ounce is empty
So I busted into school
I'm never gettin' sweated 'cause
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
Quik was takin' control
The DEA posse, so deep we walk in twos
And if you wanna join, well
You gotta pay your dues
We got up to the alley
And everything was chill
They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill
Reesy came down and she sat on the stairs
I stood up 'cause I didn't have a chair
Now Pot said, "Slug, go get some cups
And get the Olde 8 so we can get fucked up"
Now I'll put in twenty, Inch put in ten
And said, "Fuck it -Super Socco and gin!"
Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone
Head up stairs straight getting' his bed on
Gangsta on the steps and he's tryin' to bag
No belt in his khakis so
To his knees they sag
Now here comes Slick with a 20 dollar bag
But he can't roll a joint 'cause
He ain't got the zigzags
I looked up at my watch, it said 10: 28
"You better rush the liquor store
Before it's too late"
So he went up to the store
And he got the zags
Came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash
This nigga came over
He was lookin' for a ride
Runnin' from the police
He didn't have no place to hide
A smile up on my face when I gave him a beer
I'm chillin' like a villain and I got no fear
Now Tony Lane came and 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 anybody down to jack?
Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump
But, I don't want a deuce-deuce
'cause I ain't a chump"
Now Mike said, "Dave
Which one do you choose?" i told him
"I could take the 38 and
You can have the Uz'"
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
(What's up gunshot muthafucka, yeah)
Got him in the chest
The niggas tried to jet
But they couldn't get far
'Cause Mike had the Uzi and he
Aimed it for the car gunshots ha Ha
Now that's how it's done and we do it good
Just another day in my loked out hood
So all y'all remember that
We can't be stopped
What's the name of my hood? gunshots
(Ha ha haha, Figure that shit out, fools)