Locc 2 Da Brain chords by Brotha Lynch Hung
Verse 1
[Verse 1: Baby X- Rated Locc]
Em
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Comin off that high it's that double- set
rapped around some funk in the trunk
D
I got the mossberg pump and
Em
bout' to jack a punk
Am
And when that siccness hits
Em
I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank,
load the gat, make the grave
G
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Em
D
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
Cm
Em
Am
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella
Em
high so nigga peep this,
G
Cm
G
Take ya glock off safety turn
Em
around and hit the street
B
When I got the milli pictured
Em
in my head
G
Em
G
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil
said I'm halfway dead
Em
Gaug
Em
What can I say got them evil thoughts
G
fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
Cm
G
On that in sane tip E- be-
Em
K everyday
G
The block- style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm
D
Cm
Em
riding on a full tank
Am
My nine on the side going Both ways,
G
Am
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Peel a niggas cap an d then
Em
I'm sideways
Verse 2
Em
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every
G
day all day it's E- be- K
Where niggaz load they straps
D
cause the rival's on the way
Cm
Locc to da
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Verse 3
Em
brain...
Am
[Verse 2: Big
Verse 4
Em
Cm
G
Dan]
Em
Now try to peep this watt G straight
G
low killa rollin five and the deuce
D
Locc to the brain set- trippin' after
Em
fucking with that sick juice
Am
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of
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that knot block the plot
Em
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuck
in' with them body drops stop
G
Hit the lights there them niggas go
D
Reach for your flags your straps
Em
and roll the windows low
Am
Roll slow these niggas actin like
they know us are here,
G
They fuckin' duckin' dodging
Em
bullets damn I emptied the clip
G
They bustin' back trying to hit us
from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and
D
the twelve- gauge pump
Em
Hang from the window what's
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up now nigga yee- ah
Em
L- O- see to the brain and gauge
G
blast equals rest in pain
Em
B
Insane loc so a nigga
Em
don't give a fuck
G
It's in the hearts so these rival
Cm
niggas straight stuck
Em
I let the gauge loose damn I've
never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the
gang shows no love fool
G
So if you ever see us rollin through
your side it ain't all good,
D
G
Em
I suggest you hide
Chorus: 1X
Verse 5
Locc to da brain insane every
Am
day all day it's E- be- K
G
Where niggaz load they straps cause
the rival's on the way
Em
[Verse 3: Mr. Doc] Come with me
Verse 6
Em
deep see how
G
I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the
D
Cm
stinking hits not doing shit
Em
Am
When they get lit up on they turf
G
So move on with they life one even left
Cm
That since that time I haven't
C
Em
heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn,
where'd you go folks?
G
Remember we're supposed to be
Em
the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it,
I'll do it like your ass is dead
G
Em
And touch them niggas with
the mack- eleven out of the shell
G
I'm burning up the villiage nigga
life is a bitch
D
Somes I set the tags and name
Em
on the wall you fucking snitch
Am
So you'll make a switch on how
you're gang- banging
Em
G
L- O- see and to the brain real
Em
locc's don't play that way
G
See your niggas on the other
side is best to hit the floor
D
And watch them flesh- shredders
Em
bout' to rip your asshole apart
Am
And now it is said and
what was said
G
Em
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen,
G
God bless your ass
Verse 7
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D
Cm
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse 8
Em
Locc to da brain insane every
Am
day all day it's E- be- K
G
Where niggaz load they straps cause the
Em
rival's on the way
Verse 9
Em
[Verse 4: Baby Reg] See I was
G
standing in the middle of a circle
'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
Em
D
With a nine- millimeter
Em
ruger and a six deep posse
Am
G
But I ain't going out for a jack move
Em
G
The only thing on my mind
Em
G
Em
Is pullin my nine and these
handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
G
D
They started talking about pockets
G
on the ground you mean
Em
B
Gaug
Empty my loot out,
G
you fools must be smokin' sherms
Em
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face
and let some gun powder burn
G
Now take a lesson from a Sac-
Town criminal
D
I'm standing all alone in the street
Cm
Em
Am
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't
no blastin y'all must be bluffin
G
Threw up my sign and grabbed
Em
my nine- millimeter nine
G
And started bustin on niggas and watching
every mother fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga
D
Em
insane with a fucking empty gun
Am
G
So imma continue to strike and stay alone
Am
Em
and maintain my self- pride
'cause' when I ride it's always
locc to da brain
Verse 10
Em
Chorus: repeat 2X
G
Locc to da brain insane every day all
Verse 11
day it's E- be- K
Where niggaz load they straps cause
D
Cm
the rival's on the way
Verse 12
Em
[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
Am
Hung]
G
Em
G
Em
You can't see me for the fact that
G
the inside of my strap's in your sight
Em
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat
G
D
and put your guts in my coat and hit
Em
Am
The night Drop a sack of indo
G
in my pipe and it's
Em
EBK everyday until the day
C
Em
I hit my grave- sight
That locc to the brain
'cause' it's all redrum
G
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
Em
G
And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
D
Em
I have my twelve gauge- pump
decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get
sick them Northern Cal slayings
G
That locc to the brain shit ain't
no game it's a gang
Em
G
Them niggas that killed they mama
Em
D
Em
for some fame it ain't no thang
Am
It ain't no way, I dump and let
them niggas live
'cause' where I'm from
Em
we rockin up on em'
Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
G
It's twelve- o- clock full of that spliff full
of that ammo in my glock- nine
Em
G
D
Creepin through your set hit the stop
Em
Am
Sign sideways bustin I see
gat twenty- four see's
Em
Feel the breeze from the slugs
G
Em
in my nine now
G
Rest in peace
Verse 13
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G
Em
Chorus: repeat 4X
Verse 14
Locc to da brain insane every
Am
day all day it's E- be- K
G
Em
G
Em
D
Em
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way
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Locc 2 Da Brain
Brotha Lynch Hung
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