Livin' Loc'd
Boss Lyrics


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Yo, man, fuck that, man
Niggas be on some real bullshit
Yo, I'll bust that nigga ass, get the fuck outta here
Yo, what the fuck is up, bitch?
Where the fuck you been at, man?

Yo, man word is bond niggas in here be frontin'
niggas can't get off that ol' bullshit
Word up, man, fuck that, knahmsayin'?

Yo, I'm muh'fuckin' sticky fuckin' fingas, knahmsayin'?
Fuck that, and this motherfuckin' bitch Boss
And word is bond I want you to tell these motherfuckers
How we livin' Boss, tell 'em

Broke as a goddamn joke
Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few short
Couple of hundred bucks, so fuck the rent
My share of that shit got spent on some Newports
So yankin' many motherfuckers is my new sport

I'm ready to blast and kill for a rap deal
Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give a fuck
We sickin' shit of livin' shabby
Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali

Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
Got into some shit befo' we even reached the hotel
Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time
'Cause niggas steady throwin' up they gang sign

No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze
But it's cool, these bitches 'bout to slang ki's
So on my hip goes a pager, ? major
It's two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor

See a punk, kill a punk and then we mug 'em quick
Out to get paid, motherfuck this strugglin' shit
Bullshit's nothin' to a bitch with no emotions
Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I'm livin? like loc'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, motherfuckers

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
And all the bitch ass niggas can suck my dick

Buck, buck, then I let the trigger loose
Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck duck goose
Haven't you heard of this murderous bitch crawlin' slow?
And puttin' lead to the head of my foes on the down low

'Cause all we got we fuckin' tooken it
Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, fuck footin' it
Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed
Down to [Incomprehensible] spot
Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit

'Cause niggas'll never drop the dirt
Do we're layin' niggas on they back
Then actin' like we never even fuckin' knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath
Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' bloody mess

Sleepin' on benches, turned us into roguest bitches
We jumpin' fences from the feds through puddles and ditches
Goin' out, don't give a fuck if I get smoked
Yo, at least I'm goin' out loc'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked
Livin' loc'd

And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss will have to put a
Ass full of my foot for fuckin' with the butchers
Fuck next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon
Nine double m's for the 187
'Cause I'm nothin' but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags
Rollin' niggas up like the motherfuckin' zig zag

Understand this bitch never ? mine
Or catch two into your chest with the Tec 9
'Cause ever since the days of way back
I never played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat

I fill gats, so how the fuck you figure, nigga
Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
When gangsta bitches just can't cope
niggas are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc'd





It's the motherfuckin' Boss

Overall Meaning

The song "Livin' Loc'd" by Boss delves into the struggles of being broke and struggling to make ends meet while living in Detroit. The lyrics are a product of the realities of the times in which they were written. The song was written during the early '90s when hip-hop was transitioning from gangsta rap to G-funk, leading the way for styles like conscious or alternative rap to emerge, looking at social and economic issues more critically.


The song's first verse provides a glimpse into the desperation that comes from being broke and unable to pay rent. The singer resorts to taking drugs like Newports to cope with his state. He also states his intentions to kill for a record deal and fly down to California to escape his troubles. The second verse highlights the dangerous life that Boss and her friend Dee led. They did drugs and jumped fences to evade the feds, always on the edge, wondering when their next meal would come.


The song paints a picture of a world of violence, deprivation and desperation. A way of life whereby violence and crime seem the only way out of poverty. Yet, it also simultaneously criticizes such a lifestyle as futile, with a lack of emotions and substance. The hook repeatedly states, "Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked," suggesting that living this way is a dead-end lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, man, fuck that, man
Disregard whatever is being discussed


Niggas be on some real bullshit
People are acting stupid and annoying


Yo, I'll bust that nigga ass, get the fuck outta here
I will beat up that person and they should leave


Yo, what the fuck is up, bitch?
What is going on, woman?


Where the fuck you been at, man?
Where have you been, dude?


Yo, man word is bond niggas in here be frontin'
Seriously, people in this group are lying and pretending


niggas can't get off that ol' bullshit
People can't stop talking about old stuff and it's annoying


Word up, man, fuck that, knahmsayin'?
Seriously, forget about that, do you know what I'm saying?


Yo, I'm muh'fuckin' sticky fuckin' fingas, knahmsayin'?
Listen to me, I am Sticky Fingas, do you understand me?


Fuck that, and this motherfuckin' bitch Boss
Forget about it, and this terrible woman called Boss


And word is bond I want you to tell these motherfuckers
Seriously, I need you to tell these people


How we livin' Boss, tell 'em
Can you explain how we are living, Boss?


Broke as a goddamn joke
We are really poor


Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few short
We are in Detroit and I am only a few dollars short


Couple of hundred bucks, so fuck the rent
We only have a couple of hundred dollars, so we can't pay rent


My share of that shit got spent on some Newports
I spent my portion of the money on cigarettes


So yankin' many motherfuckers is my new sport
My new hobby is robbing people


I'm ready to blast and kill for a rap deal
I am willing to murder for a music contract


Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give a fuck
Who cares about the landlord and gas bill?


We sickin' shit of livin' shabby
We are tired of living poorly


Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali
I waited until I had enough money, then I went to California


Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
Dee and I went into more trouble in the night


Got into some shit befo' we even reached the hotel
We got in trouble before we even arrived at the hotel


Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time
Ignore the stupid stuff and become wealthy at the same time


'Cause niggas steady throwin' up they gang sign
Because people are constantly throwing up gang signs


No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze
We have no money and no relaxing environment


But it's cool, these bitches 'bout to slang ki's
It's okay because these women are going to sell drugs


So on my hip goes a pager, ? major
I have a pager on my hip because I am important


It's two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor
These two women are troublemakers with a gangster attitude


See a punk, kill a punk and then we mug 'em quick
If we see someone weak, we will kill them and then rob them


Out to get paid, motherfuck this strugglin' shit
We are trying to make money, screw this struggling life


Bullshit's nothin' to a bitch with no emotions
Lies don't matter to me because I have no feelings


Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I'm livin? like loc'd
Explain how you're living, I'm living like a crazy person


Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Living life in a crazy way


Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked
Living life in a crazy way, wimpy people get killed


Livin' loc'd, motherfuckers
Living life in a crazy way, you idiots


And all the bitch ass niggas can suck my dick
All of the weak people can go away


Buck, buck, then I let the trigger loose
Shoot, shoot, then I pull the trigger


Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck duck goose
People need to hide, but it's not a fun children's game


Haven't you heard of this murderous bitch crawlin' slow?
Have you not heard of me, a terrifying woman?


And puttin' lead to the head of my foes on the down low
I secretly shoot my enemies in the head


'Cause all we got we fuckin' tooken it
We took everything we have


Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, fuck footin' it
We have money and we're spending it, forget saving it


Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed
Driving down Shauger Street, smoking marijuana because we love it


Down to [Incomprehensible] spot
I don't know what this means, it's inaudible


Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit
People are overdosing on drugs and dying


'Cause niggas'll never drop the dirt
People will never stop selling drugs


Do we're layin' niggas on they back
We're knocking people down


Then actin' like we never even fuckin' knew ya
We're pretending like we don't know these people


Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath
Shoot all the bullets in your chest and take a deep breath


Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' bloody mess
Wow, that's a lot of blood and violence


Sleepin' on benches, turned us into roguest bitches
Sleeping on benches made us become really rough women


We jumpin' fences from the feds through puddles and ditches
We're running away from the police through mud and ditches


Goin' out, don't give a fuck if I get smoked
I'm leaving and I don't care if I die


Yo, at least I'm goin' out loc'd
At least I'm leaving life in a crazy way


And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss will have to put a
If anyone has a problem with me, then I'll have to fight them


Ass full of my foot for fuckin' with the butchers
I will kick people in the butt for messing with us


Fuck next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon
Forget the future, I am ready to fight now with my weapon on my hip


Nine double m's for the 187
I have a 9mm gun and I'm ready to commit murder


'Cause I'm nothin' but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags
I am a woman who carries a handgun and I smoke a lot of marijuana


Rollin' niggas up like the motherfuckin' zig zag
Rolling up marijuana joints like zig zags and rolling up people like a burrito


Understand this bitch never ? mine
You need to know that I will take care of myself, I don't belong to anyone


Or catch two into your chest with the Tec 9
I will shoot you twice in the chest with my Tec 9 gun


'Cause ever since the days of way back
Because since a long time ago


I never played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat
I never joked around, I always shot my gun quickly and efficiently


I fill gats, so how the fuck you figure, nigga
I load guns with ammunition, so how dare you question me?


Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
I will shoot you until you die and you will feel the pain from the trigger


When gangsta bitches just can't cope
When tough women can't handle it anymore


niggas are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc'd
Men are getting killed by shooting or drugs and I am living life crazy forever




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LICHELLE LAWS, JASON MIZELL, C. PARKER

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