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mr. voodoo - g.l.o.c.k. lyrics

mr. voodoo – “g.l.o.c.k.”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): charlemagne]

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
a-one, two, a-one, two. tell you what i’ma do:
swell up foes, develop flows, make it funky for you. well, it’s the
most-hated n-gga with the finger on the nickel-plated
trigger, out to make the hole in your r-ct-m bigger
just give me a place to start, my ammo, then give me some sp-ce to rock. i see some
unfamiliar faces on the block, so my sh-t is c-cked
ready do to something real sick real quick, and be
gone with the wind, so say “h-llo” to my little friend
i bust shots viciously, repet-tiously, indiscriminate ‘til the clip’s empty
you think i give a d-mn about a low-budget, no-sk!lls-having emcee? you see?
you motherf-ckers don’t understand. when gun’s in hand, i’ll light sharp like
a candle ‘cause i’m so hard to handle [?]
jam it. oh yes, i ram it. now, i don’t know ‘bout
diggable planets, but that girl that cooks is quite d-ckable, dammit. after
the jammy drills crannies and nooks, it’s ill how i book
by hook or by crook, i cook [?]. plus i got
weapon at my… with plenty shots in my… when i aim
better dip [?]. when my lid flips, i make blood drip-drip-drip-drip-
-drip. pop the sh-t and get hotwired, jerk. this ain’t
the 4th of july, but you’ll admire the fireworks ‘cause

[hook: mr. voodoo]
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day (hey, hey)
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day, yo
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day (hey, hey)
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day, yo

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
twenty-one against a n-gga with a gun
when i bust one, watch the other twenty run
mr. voodoo aims for the center m-ss of
your frame, and lets the flame enter that -ss like gas. i pack
grammar, c-ck it back like a hammer. when i slam, i jam
my man, i’m the one that but the “bam” in “alabama”
‘cause when i load, i bust shots in morse code
when the trigger squeeze, i make n-ggas wheeze like government cheese
i steal lives like a thief in the night. when i pack
my piece in the night, not a beef is in sight
i keep the crowd in awe ‘cause i rhyme without flaw, cut
the gauge with the saw, and turn brains to coleslaw
my glock can k!ll opticals within my opticals. pick a flavor
any flavor. you’ll still get nicks like a razor in
liquid. the blazer—respect the sound or i’ll put fifty r-ct-m-
-bound, and you’ll jump up, jump up, but you won’t be sitting down
now i don’t really know, but somebody said you’ll be
dead when the lead goes straight to your head
i don’t know
is it true? well, let me test my weapon on you (hey, hey)

[verse 3: mr. voodoo]
nine-nine, i want n-ggas to see me then flee me
‘cause i bust shot, and, my man, i don’t mean bbs
when i roll in a busted-up vehicle
i guarantee you there won’t be no sequel
‘cause all i got to do is c-ck the hammer back—then watch
me generate more heat than a roomful of black, so don’t
counteract or you’ll get more than sonned, son. i keep
my hand on my gun ‘cause they got me on the run
it’s time to get some shrap’ on our youth ammo—get your
strap on to the white part of town—man, it’s on
i like it. i want it. you got it. you flaunt it, so
strip down to your drawers ‘cause it’s no longer yours
don’t give me no c-ck and bull, guy. look at the bleeding skull before
you die ‘cause, when i c-ck and pull in your eye
look at the pelican fly. i never liked
that guy. he was a hasa—that’s word to la raza
the world is mine. i’m taking bone marrow out your spine
the wizard ain’t hard to find—just follow the choke-line, follow the choke-line
n-ggas used to ask why my pants were so thick—‘cause i got
a glock in my sock and a .22 in my underwear
i’m on some ill sh-t, k!ll sh-t, sk!ll sh-t, so get the deals that can’t be
took, so k!ll it. i cook emcees like a sk!llet
i pack it for static, so who wants static? i’ll leave
the louse b-st-rds’ red baskets splattered. check it out, check it out
when i pack a g-l-o-c-k, it
usually the reason why this ain’t your day

[interlude 1: mr. voodoo]
yeah. a-check it out, yo. and i say, “hey”

[hook: mr. voodoo]
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day (hey, hey)
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day (hey, hey)
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day (hey, hey)
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day (hey, hey)
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day (hey, hey)
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day
g-l-o-c-k
usually the reason for a very bad day

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