Real Loccs lyrics

[Interlude: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, this music thang, I do it 'cause my kids gotta eat, you know?
Bullet Mac, you know what I'm sayin', much love, ha ha
To my Blocc n*gga, you know, D-Dubb, n*gga
n*gga started the 4, you know
And that n*gga Terry Joe, keepin' that old dirt goin', you know
That n*gga Tom Tom, initiatin' muh'f*ckas
Slim Dog, Len Dog, Shooter
Them motherf*ckers from the X family, you know, Big X, Little X, Baby X
Them n*ggas Psycho, One and Two, Pee Wee, you know
My n*ggas from Locc 2 Da Brain, Big Dan, Baby Reg
B-Flat, COS, you know what I'm sayin', Kareem
Y'all n*ggas takin' 'em for the Locc 2 Da Brain, you know what I'm sayin'
Them n*ggas from the Sicc Bay, them motherf*ckers
Coochie, you know, T-La, Emo runnin' that sh*t
Y'all better let me do some cuts, muh'f*cker, high-ass muh'f*ckers
You know what I'm sayin', my n*gga Sicx
You know no one n*gga created that old sicc sh*t, n*gga, you know that sh*t
We was sicc from the get, n*gga, you know
To my n*gga C-Bo, here's some more love, n*gga
Get the hint, n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'
Ms. Marvaless, keep doin' that sh*t, homie, you ain't no joke
Thanks for the love, you know what I'm sayin'
My n*gga Loki, they can't feel you right now, n*gga, you know
But don't trip, we gon' f*ck them n*ggas' brains up, you know
My n*gga AC, Blacc, RJ
4 Loko, you know we ain't vocal but that's alright, n*gga, you got much love
That n*gga Marcus, what's up, n*gga
Dave, my cousin Emil in the Rat Pack, n*gga
We gon' hook up and do some sh*t, you know
Vernon Tidwell, n*gga, don't even trip, n*gga, it's all good
That n*gga Hollis
Them n*ggas in the Bay Area, you know what I'm sayin'
E-40, Mac Mall, B-Legit
My n*ggas South Central Cartel, you know
To my n*gga Hystables, you know what I'm sayin', what up, n*gga
That n*gga Cisco, stay drunk, n*gga, stay drunk
That n*gga Lowdown, Emory, White Boy B, you know what I'm sayin'
Clean your house, motherf*cker, ha ha ha
That n*gga Rabbit's in this motherf*cker
My n*gga Charles, you shoulda kept both those hoes, n*gga
My n*gga Arc B, f*ckin' them hoes, wit' a ooh, wit' a ooh
Big ass Andrew, n*gga, what's up, n*gga
All the Mann family, you know what I'm sayin', my momma
Oh, I forgot my little n*gga, little Sicx
TJ, you know what I'm sayin', and the new one
My n*ggas Moe Green, G-Man, what's up, n*gga
If I forgot muh'f*ckas, then, hey, sh*t, your name'll probably be on the album cover, you know
It's all good, you know
But one thing, I ain't sweatin' no hoes, n*gga; I ain't sweatin' no hoes
All I need them motherf*ckers for is to pay me
You shoot a motherf*ckin' n*gga, b*tch, pay me
You f*ck a n*gga, pay me
You rob a n*gga, pay me, you know what I'm sayin'
If you ever fall in love with another n*gga, you better love payin' me
'Cause all I want is the money, you know what I'm sayin'
You could love another n*gga, 'cause I don't love them toes
You know what I'm sayin'
So you could lose y'all motherf*ckin' self, I'll gain me a couple more
You know what I'm sayin'
So I'm 'bout out this motherf*cker, I'm kinda like out
f*ck peace, hoes, and flat tops
[Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung & Woman]
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
n*gga, look at this sh*t
(You wanna go out, honey?)
This drunk-ass, fat-ass b*tch
(Come here, cutie. Hey, come here)
Hell nah
(Did you hear what I said? I said come here)
b*tch, I said hell nah
(Come here, daddy)
Look at this b*tch
(Uh, you look so good)
Shut up, b*tch *gunshots*