Loked Out Hood

[DJ Quik] One day I was chillin on Aranbe and spruce Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis I heard a horn blowin' looked up, it was Jackie Shawn was chillin' in the passenger seat Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street Now Shawn was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger Looked up at the corner and who did I see? Wayne, Inch, Little Man, Pop and Nookie Now Shot came rollin' up on a little scooter Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool Sun's goin' down and now it's night My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley We all jumped up and we started to stroll A young nigga like the Quik was takin' control The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues We got up to the alley and everything was chill They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up." Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10 And said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!" Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone Head up stairs straight getting' his bed on Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28 "You better run to the liquor store before it's too late." He went to the store and he got the zags He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide A smile came on my face when I gave him a beer I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that? Wayne said, "is anybody down to jack? Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump" Now Mike said, "Dave which one do you choose?" I told him, "I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze." But before we can jet and be on our way Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights Waitin' -- until the time was right A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess (what's *gunshot* up muthafucka) (Yeah) shot him in the chest The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car *gunshots* Ha Ha Now that's how it's done and we do it good Just another day in my loked out hood So all y'all remember that we can't be stopped What's the name of my hood? *gunshots* (Ha ha haha) (Figure that shit out fools) (Smoked these muthafuckaz) Ha Ha Ha