Brotha Lynch Hung Refuce 2 Looze (featuring D-dubb) Lyrics

Refuce 2 Looze (featuring D-dubb) Lyrics

Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x



I re-fuse to lose



Fuck them 22's



I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9



So you know you can't fuck with mine







(Verse1)



(Lynch)



If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark



(D-Dub)



Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet



(Lynch)



It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up



As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut



Talking about



(D-Dub and Lynch)



What the fuck you smoking on?



(Lynch)



All dome as the chronics got me gone



Nigga it's on



On 'til the slugs come out



(D-Dub)



At night I do my murder red rum so tight



(Lynch)



I'ts the third strike nigga



So now I'm aiming up at your dome



'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome



I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone



If you want some ripgut shit nigga



Yeah, I got it sewn



So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome



And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome



A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine



So head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga







Chorus 4x







(Verse2)



Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mind



Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners



In a Chev 69



Wire rims



You can't see



With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie



I'm like Genie



As I swoop through the hood and get up to no good



And I wish you would



Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks



And empty backs out, so I max out



350 on the black top



More smoke than chronic smoking



Loced out sherm, classic perm



In my ashtray, there's always a roach



Hit the left lane in case one times approach



I got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags



17 in the clip of my, auto mag



I'ts sad



I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black



leather sack, and throw me over their back



But fuck that



Why you think I got extended clips



'Cause I'm so high, most of the time 



I just can't miss, nigga







Chorus 4x