Brotha Lynch Hung Locc To The Brain Lyrics

Locc To The Brain Lyrics

featuring  Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan, Mr. Doc

Verse one: Baby X-Rated Locc

Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, 
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street 
When I got the milli pictured in my head 
Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead 
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain 
On that insane tip E-B-K everyday 
The block-style bit*h smokin' dank 
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going Both ways, 
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way

Verse two: Big Dan

Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce 
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after f**king with that sick juice 
I f**kin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we f**kin' with them body drops stop 
Hit the lights there them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They f**kin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low, 
A f**king doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump 
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah 
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain 
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a f**k 
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck 
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood 
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool 
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good, 
I suggest you hide

Chorus: 1X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way

Verse 3: Mr. Doc

Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this 
Back with tight big sh*t 
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing sh*t 
When they get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one even left 
That since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's 
So nigga f**k it, i'll do it like your as* is dead 
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bit*h 
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you f**king snitch 
 
So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging 
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor 
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and what was said 
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way

Verse 4: Baby Reg

See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse 
But I ain't going out for a jack move 
The only thing on my mind 
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools 
Now tell me what you busters want with me? 
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn 
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street 
And talkin sh*t to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine 
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther f**ker try to run 
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a f**king empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride 
Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way

Verse 5: Brotha Lynch

You can't see me for the fact the the inside of my stap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit 
the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's 
EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple spliff 
and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains 
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-Cal swangs
That locc to the brain sh*t ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live
Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em' 
bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine 
Creepin through your set hit the stop 
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace

Chorus: repeat 4X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way........