Tonalité : G# minor•
Verse 1
[Verse 1: Baby X- Rated Locc]
G#m
B
Comin off that high it's that double- set
rapped around some funk in the trunk
F#
I got the mossberg pump and
G#m
bout' to jack a punk
C#m
And when that siccness hits
G#m
I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank,
load the gat, make the grave
B
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
G#m
F#
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
Em
G#m
C#m
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella
G#m
high so nigga peep this,
B
Em
B
Take ya glock off safety turn
G#m
around and hit the street
D#
When I got the milli pictured
G#m
in my head
B
G#m
B
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil
said I'm halfway dead
G#m
Baug
G#m
What can I say got them evil thoughts
B
fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
Em
B
On that in sane tip E- be-
G#m
K everyday
B
The block- style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm
F#
Em
G#m
riding on a full tank
C#m
My nine on the side going Both ways,
B
C#m
B
Peel a niggas cap an d then
G#m
I'm sideways
Verse 2
G#m
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every
B
day all day it's E- be- K
Where niggaz load they straps
F#
cause the rival's on the way
Em
Locc to da
Verse 3
G#m
brain...
C#m
[Verse 2: Big
Verse 4
G#m
Em
B
Dan]
G#m
Now try to peep this watt G straight
B
low killa rollin five and the deuce
F#
Locc to the brain set- trippin' after
G#m
fucking with that sick juice
C#m
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of
B
that knot block the plot
G#m
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuck
in' with them body drops stop
B
Hit the lights there them niggas go
F#
Reach for your flags your straps
G#m
and roll the windows low
C#m
Roll slow these niggas actin like
they know us are here,
B
They fuckin' duckin' dodging
G#m
bullets damn I emptied the clip
B
They bustin' back trying to hit us
from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and
F#
the twelve- gauge pump
G#m
Hang from the window what's
C#m
up now nigga yee- ah
G#m
L- O- see to the brain and gauge
B
blast equals rest in pain
G#m
D#
Insane loc so a nigga
G#m
don't give a fuck
B
It's in the hearts so these rival
Em
niggas straight stuck
G#m
I let the gauge loose damn I've
never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the
gang shows no love fool
B
So if you ever see us rollin through
your side it ain't all good,
F#
B
G#m
I suggest you hide
Chorus: 1X
Verse 5
Locc to da brain insane every
C#m
day all day it's E- be- K
B
Where niggaz load they straps cause
the rival's on the way
G#m
[Verse 3: Mr. Doc] Come with me
Verse 6
G#m
deep see how
B
I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the
F#
Em
stinking hits not doing shit
G#m
C#m
When they get lit up on they turf
B
So move on with they life one even left
Em
That since that time I haven't
E
G#m
heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn,
where'd you go folks?
B
Remember we're supposed to be
G#m
the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it,
I'll do it like your ass is dead
B
G#m
And touch them niggas with
the mack- eleven out of the shell
B
I'm burning up the villiage nigga
life is a bitch
F#
Somes I set the tags and name
G#m
on the wall you fucking snitch
C#m
So you'll make a switch on how
you're gang- banging
G#m
B
L- O- see and to the brain real
G#m
locc's don't play that way
B
See your niggas on the other
side is best to hit the floor
F#
And watch them flesh- shredders
G#m
bout' to rip your asshole apart
C#m
And now it is said and
what was said
B
G#m
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen,
B
God bless your ass
Verse 7
B
F#
Em
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse 8
G#m
Locc to da brain insane every
C#m
day all day it's E- be- K
B
Where niggaz load they straps cause the
G#m
rival's on the way
Verse 9
G#m
[Verse 4: Baby Reg] See I was
B
standing in the middle of a circle
'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
G#m
F#
With a nine- millimeter
G#m
ruger and a six deep posse
C#m
B
But I ain't going out for a jack move
G#m
B
The only thing on my mind
G#m
B
G#m
Is pullin my nine and these
handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
B
F#
They started talking about pockets
B
on the ground you mean
G#m
D#
Baug
Empty my loot out,
B
you fools must be smokin' sherms
G#m
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face
and let some gun powder burn
B
Now take a lesson from a Sac-
Town criminal
F#
I'm standing all alone in the street
Em
G#m
C#m
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't
no blastin y'all must be bluffin
B
Threw up my sign and grabbed
G#m
my nine- millimeter nine
B
And started bustin on niggas and watching
every mother fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga
F#
G#m
insane with a fucking empty gun
C#m
B
So imma continue to strike and stay alone
C#m
G#m
and maintain my self- pride
'cause' when I ride it's always
locc to da brain
Verse 10
G#m
Chorus: repeat 2X
B
Locc to da brain insane every day all
Verse 11
day it's E- be- K
Where niggaz load they straps cause
F#
Em
the rival's on the way
Verse 12
G#m
[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
C#m
Hung]
B
G#m
B
G#m
You can't see me for the fact that
B
the inside of my strap's in your sight
G#m
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat
B
F#
and put your guts in my coat and hit
G#m
C#m
The night Drop a sack of indo
B
in my pipe and it's
G#m
EBK everyday until the day
E
G#m
I hit my grave- sight
That locc to the brain
'cause' it's all redrum
B
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
G#m
B
And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
F#
G#m
I have my twelve gauge- pump
decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get
sick them Northern Cal slayings
B
That locc to the brain shit ain't
no game it's a gang
G#m
B
Them niggas that killed they mama
G#m
F#
G#m
for some fame it ain't no thang
C#m
It ain't no way, I dump and let
them niggas live
'cause' where I'm from
G#m
we rockin up on em'
Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
B
It's twelve- o- clock full of that spliff full
of that ammo in my glock- nine
G#m
B
F#
Creepin through your set hit the stop
G#m
C#m
Sign sideways bustin I see
gat twenty- four see's
G#m
Feel the breeze from the slugs
B
G#m
in my nine now
B
Rest in peace
Verse 13
B
F#
B
G#m
Chorus: repeat 4X
Verse 14
Locc to da brain insane every
C#m
day all day it's E- be- K
B
G#m
B
G#m
F#
G#m
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Outro 1
C#m
B
G#m
D#
G#m
Baug
B
G#m
Baug
G#m
B
G#m
B
F#
G#m
C#m
B
G#m
B
B
F#
B
G#m
C#m
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