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DJ Quik

Laked Out Hood

 

Laked Out Hood

(álbum: Quik Is The Name - 1991)


[DJ Quik]
One day I was chillin 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 blowing and I jumped in my jacket
(John?) was chilling in the passenger seat
Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street
Now (John?) was looking fresh and it wasn't no joke
He had on some fresh khakis and was sporting some locs
Some gangstas popping wheelies came up from behind
He got off throwing up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block
Grooving on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my posse's getting bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas
I got the .38 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 rolling up on a little scooter
Looking 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 dragging it
Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff
Nookie started choking and now he's fucked up
The forty-ounce is hitting, so I busted into school
I'm never getting sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool
Sun's going down and now it's night
My posse's cold chilling and we're feeling alright
We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally
Booming ass sounds coming out of Sherm Alley
We all jumped up and we started to stroll
A young nigga like the Quiksta was taking control
The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's
Now if you wanna join then you gotta pay ya 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, "Yo! Let's get some cuts.
Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up."
Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10
and said, "Fuck 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 20 dollar bag
But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags
I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28
"You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late."
He went to the store and he got the zags
He came back walking with my homeboy Cash
Sucka came over; he was lookin 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 anyone 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 ain't no chump"
Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?"
"I could take the .38 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?
[gunshot] (Yeah) 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
[gunshots]
Ha Ha
Now that's how it's done and we do it good
Just another day in my loked out hood
Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped
What's the name of my hood? [gunshots]
(Ha ha haha)
(Figure that shit out you fools)

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