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kurupt - loc'd out hood lyrics

chorus one/intro:

it’s time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot
dogg pound gangstas on a mission to execute

b-tches b-tches… n-ggas n-ggas…
i’m all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes
life so great, plus haste makes waste
and i gots the whole spot locked down i concoct styles
catch me rollin all the f-ck around with the top down
menace with a microphone, most murder masher (i mash)
roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em
in the inner zone where the h-llraiser roams
there’s no place like home, tec-9’s and chromes
i gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow)
just in case worse come to worse i dumps first
the thump curse, it’s the curse of the pump
the one to dump last is the first to get slumped
the mental temptation, mental -ss-ssination
my heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
i’m deathdefying b-tches lying sayin, ‘i ain’t cute’
now she wants an autograph, b-tch, i ain’t snoop
i got everything you need from the weed to the dope c0ke
crack to amphetamines to speed
i flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine
to leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen

chorus two:

these motherf-ckin b-tches, they ain’t sh-t to me
every b-tch that i know she wanna get with me
don’t you know i got a homicidal tendency
so drift with me, hit a spliff with me

(repeat)

terrordome where it’s on, from sellin dope c0ke to crack
young gotti entered the party from the back
instant pay, i gots to do it my way deserve to swerve
on the highways cause the spot’s on from monday to friday
n-gga try me, i light the indica and thai weed
defy me, young gotti, when i be high as the sky be
verbal homicide be ready to rupture
makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure
i make money, cause that’s all i know how to make
that’s all i learned when i was young no hesitation or mistakes
i see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what)
midnight complexion glocks to shake spots
they see my people (dogg pound) so they already -ssume
i live illegal, but they -ssumed too soon
i got a treat for every b-tch on the street, i roll with beat
i got a problem, i got a fixation for heat
it’s time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded
instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh
there’s not a n-gga who can hold me, contain me
or tame me (with who?) with my f-ckin n-gga mo khomani
i’m out my mind like a irani, a terrorist
with tactics off that cristal twisted backwards

chorus one: 2x
chorus two: 2x

these motherf-ckin b-tches…
these motherf-ckin n-ggas… fool…
don’t you know… say what, say what?
who? who?

chorus one: 2x

daz, in the house, yeah
my n-gga kurupt, is in the house, yeah
snoop dogg, is in the house
and dogg pound for life, is in the motherf-ckin house
and death row, is in the house…

- kurupt lyrics

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