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Locc 2 Da Brain Lyrics


(featuring Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan & Mr. Doc)

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc]

Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped
around some funk in the trunk

I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk

And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage

Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make
the grave

Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,

Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan

We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga
peep this,

Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the
street

When I got the milli pictured in my head

Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway
dead

What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up
my Head locc to the brain

On that insane tip E-B-K everyday

The block-style bitch smokin' dank

With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a
full tank

My nine on the side going Both ways,

Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's
on the way

Locc to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big Dan]

Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa
rollin five and the deuce

Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with
that sick juice

I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block
the plot

(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them
body drops stop

Hit the lights there them niggas go

Reach for your flags your straps and roll the
windows low

Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us
are here,

They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I
emptied the clip

They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind
side Low,

A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump

Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah

L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in
pain

Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck

It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight
stuck

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


So if you ever see us rollin through your side it
ain't all good,

I suggest you hide

Chorus: 1X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's
on the way

[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]

Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for
this

Back with tight big shit

Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking
hits not doing shit

When they get lit up on they turf

So move on with they life one even left

That since that time I haven't heard from him

Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go
folks?

Remember we're supposed to be the ones with
brains this locc's

So nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is
dead

And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of
the shell

I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch


Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you
fucking snitch

So you'll make a switch on how you're
gang-banging

L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play
that way

See your niggas on the other side is best to hit
the floor

And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your
asshole apart

And now it is said and what was said

Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless
your ass

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's
on the way

[Verse 4: Baby Reg]

See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz'
a nigga is trying to jack me

With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse


But I ain't going out for a jack move

The only thing on my mind

Is pullin my nine and these handles in these
fools

Now tell me what you busters want with me?

They started talking about pockets on the ground
you mean

Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin'
sherms

But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face
and let some gun powder burn

Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal

I'm standing all alone in the street

And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no
blastin y'all must be bluffin

Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
nine

And started bustin on niggas and watching every
muther fucker try to run

That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a
fucking empty gun

So imma continue to strike and stay alone and
maintain my self-pride

Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's
on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]

You can't see me for the fact that the inside of
my strap's in your sight

Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put
your guts in my coat and hit

the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's


EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight

That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum

A couple of hits from the purple spliff

and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum

I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas
brains

Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them
Northern Cal slayings

That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a
gang

Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame
it ain't no thang

It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live

Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em'

bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs

It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of
that ammo in my glock-nine

Creepin through your set hit the stop

Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's

Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now

Rest in peace

Chorus: repeat 4X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
E-B-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's
on the way