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max dope - loc dog lyrics

[606 buried this beat]

(intro)

yea do we have a problem?
yea i’ll air it out and solve it
bread and cheese like pizza pockets
yea

(chorus)

in this b-tch i feel like loc dog, do we have a problem? n-gg-
i want all the smoke dawg, air it out and solve it
sh-t, my pockets need a profit, bread and cheese like pizza pockets
boy, that thang’ll start to sing like prima donnas, bein’ honest
(yea yea)
in this b-tch i feel like loc dog, (yea yea) do we have a problem? n-gg- (yea yea)
i want all the smoke dawg, (yea yea) air it out and solve it (yea yea)
sh-t, my pockets need a profit, (yea yea) bread and cheese like pizza pockets (yea yea)
boy, that thang’ll start to sing like (yea yea) prima donnas, bein’ honest (yea yea)

(verse 1)

now i ain’t the violent type, but n-gg-s might ride tonight
i got a pistol, this sh-t like a whistle, i blow it like dynamite
i’m so official, man come get your issue, if you the subscriber type
them bullets i’m blammin’ and i got ’em dancin’, napoleon dynamite
my flow is a talent show, murder it, put it in catacombs
n-gg-s they go on sabbatical, i put a blunt in the air like a catapult
n-gg-s get filled with the lead, they mechanical
n-gg-s be sweeter than cantaloupes, i don’t be lyin’ unless i see antelopes
i’m in the field with this sh-t, i’m an animal, i draw my gun out, my sh-t michelangelo
i be g-ssin’ every verse, yea i go butane on this b-tch
i need a bag, i’m sn-tchin’ purses, i go boonk gang on this b-tch
i’m countin’ all day like the clock on the wall, like lil wayne and 2 chainz in this b-tch
you ain’t f-ckin’ with my gang, my clique, my squad, my clan, no wu-tang in this b-tch
but i ain’t the violent type, but n-gg-s might ride tonight
i got a pistol, this sh-t like a whistle, i blow it like dynamite
i’m so official, man come get your issue, if you the subscriber type
them bullets i’m blammin’ and i got ’em dancin’, napoleon dynamite

(chorus)

(verse 2)

tacoma i more than rep, you n-gg-s just sorta rep
i put that sh-t on my clothes, in my flows, and my shows, yea i’m more direct
you n-gg-s are corn at best, heard your new sh-t, i’m bored to death
i got a thing, with a beam, it’ll sing like alanis morrissette
my flow is the recipe, i’m in the kitchen, i’m whippin’ it steadily
i got ambition and drive, i ain’t settling, i’m a mortician you n-gg-s are dead to me
i’m at your neck but you’re never ahead of me, n-gg-s be sleepin, n-gg-s on ketamine
tell you the truth, that sh-t is unsettling, i have a dream, my girl is coretta king, all i can be is a better me
had to drop some motivation on this sh-t
write these bars so easy, its like i’m on vacation on this sh-t
ya’ll can’t ride a beat like this, that’s why ya’ll hatin’ on this sh-t
that’s why that pistol bout to clap, like an ovation in this b-tch
but i ain’t the violent type, but n-gg-s might ride tonight
i got a pistol, this sh-t like a whistle, i blow it like dynamite
i’m so official, man come get your issue, if you the subscriber type
them bullets i’m blammin’ and i got ’em dancin’, napoleon dynamite

(chorus)

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