t-loc 2730 - sucka k lyrics
[tloc]
(duece seven locs, duece seven locs)
duece seven locs, b+tch you know how i’m rockin’
we known to creep, up and down the sucka block and get to flockin’
puttin’ holes in you f+ck n+ggas for years, sh+t ain’t stoppin’
b+tch im flockin’
900 blockin’
loc sh+t ain’t no stoppin’
unless im laying in my coffin
till then these burners poppin’
bodies droppin’, n+gga f+ck the talkin’
if you ain’t done no flockin’
tloc, the trending topic
n+ggas hoes y’all needa stop it
pillow talking to these b+tches but in person n+ggas pop it
all smiles and handshakes loc, b+tch n+ggas boppin’
man these n+ggas got me laughin, heard these suckas out to get me
but these locs keep it ?, four fists, and ten millies
let it blow for the l’s and all my locs rockin’ with me
feel my brothers presence, but he’s not alone, that reaper with him
one way, for relief, when that trigger finger itchin’
n+ggas actin’ hard but when that funk jump n+ggas b+tchin’
dead homies, nothin’ new, all these f+ck n+ggas switchin’
i keep it enes locos nothin’ else to do but set trippin’
p+ssy n+ggas with they tail tucked the f+ck n+ggas dissin’
bumpin guns gon’ have some locs leave some f+ck n+ggas missin’
(and it’s fosholy he a shooter if you see tloc with him
i only rock with solid locs cuz they don’t got no hoe in them
duece seven tre o, suckak
it ain’t nun to have the locos sit on where yo’ mama stay, n+gga)
[trackmoney]
get it out car, times four, i don’t need a sponsor
lookin’ for the suckas, black truck, and a rocket launcher
seven on the n block, i’m a serve a popper
skippin’ jurisdiction ‘cuz it look like they need a flood
ditch that b+tch f+ckin’ with my d+ck she got my numbers up
put them all together, still broke, now i’m touchin up
einstein sh+t, mini machine, comin’ off my nuts
hit a strong pivot off that rent, i’ve ballin’ tough
super soaker in a santa casa we gon’ wet ’em up
way too valuable smokin’ ? that you might see me with
not surprised plottin’ on that guy, on some sucka sh+t
brushin through the time, yeah on my mama, gotta do it quick
they been hatin’ on me, got me ridin’ with my hockey stick
switchin’ out the heater, all black, i’m tryna match the fit
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