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  • Текст песни Triple Six Mafia - Smoked Out, Loced Out

    Исполнитель: Triple Six Mafia
    Название песни: Smoked Out, Loced Out
    Дата добавления: 05.06.2016 | 09:26:00
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    Chorus x3
    Smoked out, loced out
    Loced out lo-loced out loced out
    (Triple ss triple six mafia mafia)

    Niggga but you know but you can't
    Rob the power hey
    Nigga with posse
    Motherfucker don't them
    Scared, fuck a man wtih the Glock
    Make 'em drop it
    Damn fool what's this (trip-triple six mafia mafia)
    Step it to the cut
    Just smokin' and smokin'
    See me locin' it and chokin' it
    Puff puff puff
    When the po pos come again
    Buck buck buck buck (triple ss triple six mafia mafia...)
    Now I was killin' a ride
    With a double them niggas
    They got te motherfucker strippin' with a knee
    Look through my face
    (?????)
    Fuck a dead bed
    Two shots to the head
    Now the nigga dead
    I'm bout' five the high
    Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced dead
    Even the nigga without and let it flow to the bread
    Better roll to the dead

    Scarecrow's the face
    Dedicated thugsta syle
    Cause when gone bare
    Smokin' deep free
    The little infamous's car taken in heaat
    Gettin' me hype
    On a little bitty pipe lee
    Fool you better watch your shit
    Comin' up and make quick
    Lke ya up to somethin'
    What squirm could of made me jog
    In my world where three to the rock chess chess
    Unless the rock
    All across this day I wsaw the afterbird comin' out the mirror
    And ever since today I've been wanting
    To put a motherfuckers slip and have some nigga earlow
    It's weird though, It's weird though
    No houses's there is no tomorrow
    Here comes the Lord Infamous
    How ever I bet you nigros all go back
    Sianara

    I'm so high
    I want to die
    Ain't no reason why
    Why ain't no fuckin' alaby
    I be wonderin' why
    Why do I roll so many blunts
    Do I blow them three six stump
    Do she catch me before I jump
    Jump off of the ocean side
    Ocean side call it suicide
    Suicide is no fuckin' crimes in the devil's eye
    It's black
    Black in this mtherfuckin' bitch
    Don't say bout' them motherfucking mafia six

    I'll get ya somoked out loced out
    Staying on top shit
    Don't playa hate congradulate me
    Give me my props bitch, ugh
    No top notch
    Niggas I'm scopin' so you can't stop
    The prophet posse
    Thw whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop
    Don't think i would have sympathy for shit I said or did
    I'm daddy's litle girl
    That they call up in the wrong bitch
    So listen to my words of wisdom
    This shit is so so real
    More real of a bitch
    Call em' the stronger the nut will

    When you hear the word Triple six
    You get sick
    Casue you know it's many in a click
    Strap that dick
    When the halopoints touch your skin
    Then it rips
    Travel through your body then your friend
    Yo it's split
    Made you bust and know them out then play
    When we spray
    So what's best that you stay outta our way
    Or decay
    Lie in your coffin in your grave
    Is where lay instead of walkin' round' and like your paid
    Now let us pray
    Loced out smoke out
    Where them killas hangin hoe
    Get down south in the ghetto where we slangin' dope
    Lyrics do you fear it when you hear it
    Enter in your head
    Hypnotizing young motherfuckers
    Leavin' others dead
    Scared from the sight
    But the two breack check back on the breeze
    It's my niggas that I'm tryin' to reach
    Locked in their pin
    Who would never see them streets again
    All but the ight dollars
    All fuck them divadends

    (Mafia x4)
    Chorus #2 x3
    Triple ss triple six (Mafia x4)
    Loced out smoked out

    Triple six up in your crib
    When your kickin' that ass
    Then we take and let main bame
    Layin' on the fall
    Purrin' the drank and I fuck all with that cocaine
    You really don't want nothin' better cease
    Puttin' everything down with the shit
    But I promise to got
    If a nigga try to test me fit don't work with this click
    Nigga get more work to the to the gut
    Three six with a 40 cal with a pop
    We talk about you that nigga who that casue I pull that shoot at who
    Cares
    Pat blast on that ass on the tainted glass
    Raw gottta move with raw
    But we on his ass
    Nigga stop me on the chair
    When we get to the p-h-z
    Don't let no nigga pass

    Mafia, mafia
    Loced out smoked out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out
    Triple ss triple six mafia mafia
    Smoked out smoked out, loced out lo-loced loced out
    Triple ss triple sic mafia mafia
    Loced out smoked out, loced lo-loced out loced out
    (Repeat till fade)
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