"LOKK IN" lyrics
(MIA JAY C)
(I hear you, JAY C)
Huh, huh
I don't even think 'bout lyin', huh
Fake shit never cross my mind
Naw, I'm cap, sometimes I be lyin', huh
But to a bitch, huh, never 'bout my life, listen
I'll tell a lie to police, huh, but never 'bout my, huh, ShoNuff
To police, huh, but never 'bout my life
Naw, had to do a whole lot of shit to get it right, huh
Still got it wrong, but we gon' be alright, huh, press, huh
Every bitch supposed to bust it open first night
Naw, every line supposed to come up out a fresh pint
Naw, I'll put the strap down just to start a fight
Naw, lay the smack down, pushin' rock through a crack town, listen
Huh, ShoNuff
Uh, uh, how the fuck I'm not gon' feel like— tss, huh
How the fuck I'm not gon' feel like hustlin'?
Uh, uh, ain't no other way for me to— huh
Ain't no other way for me to double it
Uh, handle business, playin' golf off the mulligans
Naw, make your bitch use her mouth, she gon' juggle it
Naw, I got a chopper front seat, it get rugged
Naw, I up the chopper on them boys, don't feel like— ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I up the chopper on them boys, don't feel like tusslin'
Hmm, hmm, hmm, yop, yop, said fuck it, huh, huh
I'm too fresh, too many chains, we just gon' buss it (Listen, huh)
And my foe niggas broke, niggas dusty, uh, uh
And my foe bitches broke, bitches hungry, huh, huh
If you poor, it's illegal to be horny, huh
Anyways, pick up another bag and— hold up, huh
Anyways, grab another bag in the morning
Huh, anyways, I be up trappin' while you yawnin'
Naw, anyways, I be up trappin' while you sleepin'
Huh, if you fuck with me, I'll fuck around and have you on your feet, listen
Huh, ten thousand of them one things'll get it
Huh, you just gotta triple up and then flip it
Naw, huh, you gotta put somethin' on it, stick with it
Naw, huh, that's why I been servin' lames for that chicken
Huh, huh, five of us standin' on that business
Out the backseat with this chop, lil' bitch, huh (Hold up)
Out the backseat with this shotty, run, Ricky
Huh, once they put that money on your top, done dealy
Huh, once the— ShoNuff
Huh, once the shooters hear about that ticket, you finished
Huh, they in competition, who gon' do it the quickest?
Fuck around and set a Guinness world record book, uh, uh
Bunch of more thousands how my schedule look, huh, huh
Me is not your friend, I'll have you shook, naw, huh
Every bitch mama 'nem know I'm a crook, naw, huh
I'm the type of nigga have they da— huh
They know I'm the type of nigga have they daughters hooked
Huh, naw, I'm the ty— ShoNuff
Naw, I'm the type of nigga beat they father up
Huh, jab, jab, hook, uh, uppercut
Huh, put that brick inside the— ShoNuff
Put that brick inside the oven, bake lasagna
Huh, I just want my house big as fuck like Auntie Tonya's
To do that, I had to sell a couple eight-balls on Ryan
Huh, make a nigga bitch carry dick like she Mariah
Uh, hit a high note, make a pot of jambalaya
Naw, bring your best friend, give some to my driver
Naw, I go X-Man, beam on it look like Cyclops, duh
I don't even think 'bout lyin', huh
Fake shit never cross my mind
Naw, I'm cap, sometimes I be lyin', huh
But to a bitch, huh, never 'bout my life, listen
I'll tell a lie to police, huh, but never 'bout my, huh, ShoNuff
To police, huh, but never 'bout my life
Naw, had to do a whole lot of shit to get it right, huh
Still got it wrong, but we gon' be alright, huh, press
(I hear you, JAY C)
Huh, huh
I don't even think 'bout lyin', huh
Fake shit never cross my mind
Naw, I'm cap, sometimes I be lyin', huh
But to a bitch, huh, never 'bout my life, listen
I'll tell a lie to police, huh, but never 'bout my, huh, ShoNuff
To police, huh, but never 'bout my life
Naw, had to do a whole lot of shit to get it right, huh
Still got it wrong, but we gon' be alright, huh, press, huh
Every bitch supposed to bust it open first night
Naw, every line supposed to come up out a fresh pint
Naw, I'll put the strap down just to start a fight
Naw, lay the smack down, pushin' rock through a crack town, listen
Huh, ShoNuff
Uh, uh, how the fuck I'm not gon' feel like— tss, huh
How the fuck I'm not gon' feel like hustlin'?
Uh, uh, ain't no other way for me to— huh
Ain't no other way for me to double it
Uh, handle business, playin' golf off the mulligans
Naw, make your bitch use her mouth, she gon' juggle it
Naw, I got a chopper front seat, it get rugged
Naw, I up the chopper on them boys, don't feel like— ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I up the chopper on them boys, don't feel like tusslin'
Hmm, hmm, hmm, yop, yop, said fuck it, huh, huh
I'm too fresh, too many chains, we just gon' buss it (Listen, huh)
And my foe niggas broke, niggas dusty, uh, uh
And my foe bitches broke, bitches hungry, huh, huh
If you poor, it's illegal to be horny, huh
Anyways, pick up another bag and— hold up, huh
Anyways, grab another bag in the morning
Huh, anyways, I be up trappin' while you yawnin'
Naw, anyways, I be up trappin' while you sleepin'
Huh, if you fuck with me, I'll fuck around and have you on your feet, listen
Huh, ten thousand of them one things'll get it
Huh, you just gotta triple up and then flip it
Naw, huh, you gotta put somethin' on it, stick with it
Naw, huh, that's why I been servin' lames for that chicken
Huh, huh, five of us standin' on that business
Out the backseat with this chop, lil' bitch, huh (Hold up)
Out the backseat with this shotty, run, Ricky
Huh, once they put that money on your top, done dealy
Huh, once the— ShoNuff
Huh, once the shooters hear about that ticket, you finished
Huh, they in competition, who gon' do it the quickest?
Fuck around and set a Guinness world record book, uh, uh
Bunch of more thousands how my schedule look, huh, huh
Me is not your friend, I'll have you shook, naw, huh
Every bitch mama 'nem know I'm a crook, naw, huh
I'm the type of nigga have they da— huh
They know I'm the type of nigga have they daughters hooked
Huh, naw, I'm the ty— ShoNuff
Naw, I'm the type of nigga beat they father up
Huh, jab, jab, hook, uh, uppercut
Huh, put that brick inside the— ShoNuff
Put that brick inside the oven, bake lasagna
Huh, I just want my house big as fuck like Auntie Tonya's
To do that, I had to sell a couple eight-balls on Ryan
Huh, make a nigga bitch carry dick like she Mariah
Uh, hit a high note, make a pot of jambalaya
Naw, bring your best friend, give some to my driver
Naw, I go X-Man, beam on it look like Cyclops, duh
I don't even think 'bout lyin', huh
Fake shit never cross my mind
Naw, I'm cap, sometimes I be lyin', huh
But to a bitch, huh, never 'bout my life, listen
I'll tell a lie to police, huh, but never 'bout my, huh, ShoNuff
To police, huh, but never 'bout my life
Naw, had to do a whole lot of shit to get it right, huh
Still got it wrong, but we gon' be alright, huh, press
