Kurupt - Loc'd Out Hood lyrics

Chorus One/Intro: It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute b**hes b**hes... n***as n***as... I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes Life so great, plus haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles Catch me rollin all the f** around with the top down Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash) Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow) Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental a**a**ination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm d**hdefying b**hes lying sayin, 'I ain't cute' Now she wants an autograph, b**h, I ain't Snoop I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen Chorus Two: These motherf**in b**hes, they ain't sh** to me Every b**h that I know she wanna get with me Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency So drift with me, hit a spliff with me (repeat) Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack Young Gotti entered the party from the back Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday n***a try me, I light the indica and thai weed Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide be ready to rupture Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure I make money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what) Midnight complexion Glocks to shake spots They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already a**ume I live illegal, but they a**umed too soon I got a treat for every b**h on the street, I roll with beat I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded Instantaneous d**h when it exploded, uhh There's not a n***a who can hold me, contain me Or tame me (with who?) with my f**in n***a Mo Khomani I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards Chorus One: 2X Chorus Two: 2X These motherf**in b**hes... These motherf**in n***as... fool... Don't you know... say what, say what? Who? Who? Chorus One: 2X Daz, in the house, yeah My n***a Kurupt, is in the house, yeah Snoop Dogg, is in the house And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherf**in house And d**h Row, is in the house...