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It's the Locc, I let the funk boom like thunder
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Grew up funk like Davis, now I got braids like Stevie Wonder
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Get my sag on, my momma get her dag on
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Freeze my khaki's up and I'm gone
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You can stare all day but just don't step
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on my Blue Suede shoes, to get here I pay dues
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BRRAOW BRAOW that's how my toolie sound
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when I'm drinkin Hen with my rhymes straight blowin in the wind
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And busters can't fade the Jayo Felony
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T-Funk from the family, smoke or dip with me
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Bullet Locc's dedicated, faded, I straight made it
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And drinkin Blue Note, on the yard they celebrated
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I'm a Y-C, I guess that's why the one-time is followin me
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But I'm a MC, I laugh because there swallowin me
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But I just shake my head and say "Damn!" (Ha ha)
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Cos I'm just goin to the sto', to get some zoom zoom zoom and wam wams
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You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
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You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
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You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
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You go do your thang yo, and everythang gon' be everythang
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I wanna be like Donald Trump, not Willie Lump-Lump
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I put that on my set that I make everybody jump
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Fool don't move until my ride hit the flo', word!
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Boom booms in my rag '6-4
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That's how we roll, no time for the ying yang
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Dogs in my hood still bumpin fo' thangs
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It's me, the B-U-double L-E-T, better known as Felony
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T-shirt and khakis that's how we're bailin, C/see
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And I'm just tryin to keep my sanity
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Make some of them ends, get a biz and help my family
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Right, and just to let you know I don't care
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I'm still gon' get my sag on, there it is there
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You can't see me fool, I'm locced out
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Baseheads on the corner, bag and smoked out
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Askin for a gang of change and I say "Damn!"
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All this drama, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams
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Chorus (x2)
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French braids and Stockton cap wit my hat cocked back
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Now I'ma lean into the side like Goldie the Mack
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Everybody that's incarcerated, hold your head high
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Hope that you see another sunny blue sky
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Females'll leave you stranded and I'ma let you know
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She's made cos the Soul Glo won't make her hair grow
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Block on the phone, and ain't nobody home
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Her and some greasy fat fool rollin in the Brougham
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But you know how that go, so yo, toss em up high
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Cos in the South Beach streets it's do or die
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Wave em to the Eastside, yeah wave em to the West
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comin up with the bomb, no stress
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Guess and Master Jay makin funk tracks
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So to the ol' school, I'ma bring the punks back
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I listen to the flow and I just say "Damn!"
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As I'm rollin thru the hood, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams
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Chorus (x2)
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Zoom Zooms And Wam Wam
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Jayo Felony |