King T - Down Ass Loc lyrics
[King T - Down Ass Loc lyrics]
Well it's the musically drunken King Tee
With the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like
My 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around since the days
Of the Sugarhill groove
Bust it out with "Act a Fool"
When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things
Had to play the part for the G's on the block
So I bought a blue rag, bought a black Glock
Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
The Westside of Compton over
Where the dead laid
On Greenleaf and Central
Where niggas get mental
For a dollar, makin punk niggas holla
I used to kick it on my front porch
Drinkin some 'gnac
While the homies stripped cars in the back
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit
Cause I'm a down ass loc
So break the nigga off when
You come to my hood
Cause the little BG's, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin out they shit
Like the House of Pain
So break the nigga off when
You come to my hood
Cause the little BG's, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin out they shit
Like the House of Pain
Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun
Tryin to stay full while he's
Livin in the slum i used to bang on fools
Like I was goin insane
From a notorious Compton gang
It's King Tee, strapped "IV Life"
Cause, I don't trust niggas
I use the middle finger for the trigger
Ease back, watch bullets
Flock through the sky
For the homies that died, and don't know why
It's the crazy motherfucker with
The hot-ass tec
Makin hard niggas hit the deck
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit
Cause I'm a down ass loc
So break the nigga off when
You come to my hood
Cause the little BG's, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin out they shit
Like the House of Pain
With the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like
My 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around since the days
Of the Sugarhill groove
Bust it out with "Act a Fool"
When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things
Had to play the part for the G's on the block
So I bought a blue rag, bought a black Glock
Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
The Westside of Compton over
Where the dead laid
On Greenleaf and Central
Where niggas get mental
For a dollar, makin punk niggas holla
I used to kick it on my front porch
Drinkin some 'gnac
While the homies stripped cars in the back
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit
Cause I'm a down ass loc
So break the nigga off when
You come to my hood
Cause the little BG's, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin out they shit
Like the House of Pain
So break the nigga off when
You come to my hood
Cause the little BG's, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin out they shit
Like the House of Pain
Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun
Tryin to stay full while he's
Livin in the slum i used to bang on fools
Like I was goin insane
From a notorious Compton gang
It's King Tee, strapped "IV Life"
Cause, I don't trust niggas
I use the middle finger for the trigger
Ease back, watch bullets
Flock through the sky
For the homies that died, and don't know why
It's the crazy motherfucker with
The hot-ass tec
Makin hard niggas hit the deck
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit
Cause I'm a down ass loc
So break the nigga off when
You come to my hood
Cause the little BG's, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin out they shit
Like the House of Pain