Loked Out Hood
DJ Quik
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Loked Out Hood - DJ Quik
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One day I was chilling on Arabie and spruce
Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose
Got my Nikes Fila t-shirt and black khakis
I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket
John was chillin' in the passenger seat
Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street
Now John was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke
He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs
Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind
He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Snub from the Maple block
Groovin' on the handlebars ready to rock
And now my posse's gettin' bigger
Because of all these niggas
I got the thirty eight and I'm about to pull the trigger
Looked up at the corner and who did I see
Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie
Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter
Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha
I told him I didn't have it
But yet I went to grab it
I lit it up and hit it up and now I'm draggin' it
Wayne took a hit pop took a puff
Nookie started chokin' and now he's f**ked up
The forty ounce is hittin' so I busted into school
I'm never gettin' sweated 'cause I'm just too cool fool
Sun's goin' down and now it's night
My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright
We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally
Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm alley
So we all jumped up and we started to stroll
A young nigga like the Quiksta was taking control
The DEA posse so deep we walked three seconds
Now if you wanna join then you gotta pay you dues
We got up to the alley and everything was chill
They was just making that dollar dollar bill
Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs
I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair
Now Pop said you let's get some cuts
I get that old eight so we can get f**ked up
Now I'll put a twenty H put a ten
And said f**k it
Super soca and gin
Now everybody's getting in the twilight zone
Head up stairs and they're getting weirdo
Gangsta's on the steps and he's trying to bang
No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag
Here comes Stick with a twenty dollar bag
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But he can't roll a joint 'cuz he aingt got no zigzags
I looked up at my watch it said ten twenty eight
You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late
So he went to the store and he got the zags
He came back walking with my homeboy Cash
Sucka came over he was looking for a ride
Running from the police he ain't have no place to hide
A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer
I'm chilling like a villian and I got no fear
Now Tony Lane came he said he was bored
Eating on some chips that he got from the store
I said I'm bored too so what's up with that
Wayne said is anybody down to jack
Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump
But I don't want no deuce deuce 'cuz I aingt no chump
Now Mike said Dane which one do you choose
I could take the thirty eight and you can have the Uze
But before we can jet and be on our way
Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray
Rolling real slow they turned off the lights
Waiting until the time was right
A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess
Shot him in the chest
The niggas tried to jet but the couldn't get far
'Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car
Now that's how it's done and we do it good
Just another day in my loked out hood
So all you remember that we can't be stopped
What's the name of my hood
Figure that shit out you fools