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Locc 2 Da Brain
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics


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[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc]
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-be-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big Dan]
Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-see to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
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
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you hide

Chorus: 1X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]
Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one even left
That since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, I'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-O-see and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and what was said
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 4: Baby Reg]
See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack move
The only thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every mother fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
The night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live
'cause' where I'm from we rockin up on em'
Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four see's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace

Chorus: repeat 4X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Brotha Lynch Hung’s song “Locc 2 Da Brain” describe the lifestyle and actions of gang members. The lyrics speak of coming off of a high and feeling like a new stage after experiencing the sickening feeling of addiction. One line states that there is no stopping because the devil has said he’s halfway dead. This lyric suggests that the implication of gang life is equal to death. The song also highlights the paranoia that gang members experience, portraying them as being constantly on guard with their glocks loaded and ready to take on rivals.


The overall message of the song is a commentary on the harsh realities and dangers of gang life. The lyrics suggest that this sort of lifestyle is addictive and that once inside, it is nearly impossible to escape. It is a stark portrayal of a world where life and death are just around the corner, and every action taken can have dire consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I'm feeling good after smoking some weed and listening to some funky music in my car.


I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
I have a shotgun and I'm planning to rob someone.


And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
When I'm feeling sick and angry, I become like a whole new person. I become paranoid, smoke more weed, load my gun, and get ready to kill someone.


Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
At midnight, my friends and I are out cruising. We're all high and ready to cause trouble. We're telling you to get your gun and join us.


When I got the milli pictured in my head Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
When I'm thinking about my gun, I feel unstoppable and ready to kill. I feel like the devil himself is guiding me.


What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain On that insane tip E-be-K everyday
I can't help but think violent thoughts - it's like my brain is locked into this crazy mode. I identify with EBK - Everyday Be Killin'.


The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank My nine on the side going Both ways, Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways
I'm cruising around, smoking weed, feeling good with my hair in braids. I have my gun ready to shoot in either direction and I'm not afraid to kill anyone who gets in my way.


Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain...
We're always ready to kill, we identify with EBK, and we're constantly on guard because our enemies are close by.


Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot (you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Listen to what I'm saying - I'm a gangster driving low in my car. I'm high on some kind of potent drug and ready to go kill someone. I have a gun loaded with twelve rounds, and I'm asking my friend if he's willing to help me commit murder.


It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck 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 So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good, I suggest you hide
We're determined to kill our rivals, and when we do, the violence is brutal. We don't care about anyone except our gang, so if you see us coming, you better hide or you'll be a victim too.


Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this Back with tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf So move on with they life one even left That since that time I haven't heard from him Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Follow me and I'll show you how to really kill someone. The people who talk about killing are just all talk. When they actually try to kill someone, they usually end up dead themselves. One of my friends was killed trying to be a tough guy. I haven't heard from him since - he's probably dead. That's the life of a gangster - you don't know who's going to die next.


'cause' where I'm from we rockin up on em' Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
In my neighborhood, we don't mess around. We'll show up and start shooting people in the chest without a second thought.


That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride 'cause' when I ride it's always locc to da brain
I'm so twisted and violent that even when my gun is empty, I'm still crazy enough to kill someone with my bare hands. I'll do it on my own, and I'll do it because I'm proud of who I am as a gangster.


It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live 'cause' where I'm from we rockin up on em' Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
I'm not going to hesitate to kill someone, because in my neighborhood, that's just what we do. If someone crosses us, we're going to shoot them in the chest without a second thought.


Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way
We're always ready for a fight because our enemies are constantly threatening us.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@max8141

Verse 4: See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack move
The only thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

One of the best story telling verses ever



@martinvallejo6472

Comin off that high, it's that devil Zagg wrapped around some funk
In the trunk I got the Mossberg pump and 'bout to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We 'bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this
Take ya Glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head
Locc to the brain on that insane tip, E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going both ways
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

[Chorus]
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain

[Verse 2: Big Dan]
Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot, lock the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas looking like they know it's a hit
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets
Damn, I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side, Locc
A fucking doughnut in the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yeah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
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
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good
I suggest you hide



All comments from YouTube:

@FortyThievesSF

Still listening to this shit 20 years later. Man, I can't believe it's been 20 years since I was at my homies house, smokin' dirt weed, playing dominoes and listening to this shit for the first time in junior high thinking it was the hardest shit I ever heard. It still may be ... the hardest shit ever heard.

@jvcorona2

Same! In Jr. High!! Thinking we were straight G's

@KrolKaz

It was dope back then ngl

Ppl was more laid back

@Thickthighs402

P

@Thickthighs402

O

@mr.luckysafe3581

Ok

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@warriorj8658

She killed that opening verse. Love her style.

@burtrussel1535

She did fosho, Song is hard AF😎

@juandoe5446

Marvelous

@redgringrumboldt8983

Who is she?

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