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lyrical sound dealers (l.s.d) - after dark lyrics

[intro: joker]
it’s time to bounce!

[verse 1: joker]
straight watching my back, got trust no one
punks who wants some, shit get done
while the homie who i kick with
back me up, catch a punk slipping
so l.s.d’s always keeping trucha
cause you never know, who just might shoot ya
fools as i k!ll, fools as i jack
now you know why the joker’s strapped
and ready to the pull the trigger, quick style
and any punk who wants the trip wire
i’m doing my rhymes, making my grip
stroll in the hood with the full gangsta outfit
i got loaded clips and i’m gonna bust them
punks, i’ll rush ya ’till i straight dust ’em
out the picture now i’m moving quicker
problem solved cause the bullet hit’cha
after dark

[verse 2: the joker]
had to pull the ride over so that i could fuel up
the inside up to light you foos up
come and step my way and get yourself out the b-tt-ly
and i’m gonna disrespect you, mutt-ly
made a left off the bank and to the spot
200 in the party and it’s only nine’o clock
scope the big booty b-tches, say what’s up to the homies
do gang signs, ya’ll don’t to ask, ya’ll know me
cup in hand at the front of the line
a west side party, you can tell from the gang signs
everything’s cool when a veterano marks the security
that yall pack around screams minority
this shit don’t quit ’till the a.m
when it do, cops busting through, not waiting
headed to the after party to cause so more mayhem
and what will i do when i get out of jail
well i’ll go get my gun and an ounce from the mail
so i stray right when i’m tripping
f-cking with me, mirrors and that’s whipping
feel like the hill, i’m insane in the braining
try to complaining, joker’s the naming
chill rated-x keep b-mping the speakers
out at the dark cause l.s.d is gonna beat’cha

[verse 3: the joker]
and i’ma wait ’till the sun goes down for the crew to do dirt
s-b-c putting in work
get your motherf-cking -ss hung
by these foos who strong
out no doubt, when we run
don’t blaze [?], scr-ping resin from my lungs
hit black on the block
one time rolling but the shit don’t stop
f-ck the cops, the blocks
won’t sleep, keeping noise of all these suck-
stay indoors to avoid being harmed
that’s how we bring the alarms
after dark’s when we play and spark in a bentley
put rope to the cop, see no violence right below
for the narks, it sucks with the go team
picked up this fiend, now we headed to mar-tee
tweakers in the next room slanging
in these s-b streets where i’m hanging

- lyrical sound dealers l s d lyrics

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