Loc’d Out Hood lyrics

[Intro]
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot
Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
b*tches b*tches... n*ggas n*ggas...
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*ck around with the top down
Menace with a microphone, most murder mashing (I mash)
Verbal 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 pump curse, it's the curse of the pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped
The mental temptation
Mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I'm death-defying b*tches lying sayin I ain't cute
Now she wants an autograph, b*tch, 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: Daz & Kurupt]
These motherf*ckin b*tches, they ain't sh*t to me
Every b*tch 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

These motherf*ckin b*tches, they ain't sh*t to me
Every b*tch 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

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
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*gga 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
Disassembled 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 assume
I live illegal, but they assumed too soon
I got a treat for every b*tch 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 death when it exploded, uhh
There's not a n*gga who can hold me, contain me
Or tame me (with who?) with my f*ckin n*gga Mo Khomani
I'm out my mind like a Irani
A terrorist with tactics
Off that Cristal twisted backwards
[Chorus]

These motherf*ckin b*tches...
These motherf*ckin n*ggas... fool...
Don't you know
Say what, say what?
Who? Who?

[Chorus]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Daz in the house, yeah
My n*gga Kurupt is in the house, yeah
Snoop Dogg is in the house
And Dogg Pound for life is in the motherf*ckin house
And Death Row is in the house...