Dj Quik - Loked Out Hood Lyrics
Here we goYo a day in the life of a player named QuikI'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brickAnd just because I drink the 8 they say that I'm hopelessBut I don't give a ***** so blame it on the loc estNow this is how we do it when we checkin a gripTeddy Bear's in the house so don't even tripWe're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prismSo check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythmIt's Friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring*And AMG is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebookOr should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring*I pick up the phone and it's the D (whassup nigga?)He said he's comin down at about two on the dotSo I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hotAnd now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin DJ Quik ain't jokin***** with me on DSP and you'll get brokenMy name is Quik, but you can call me DaddyYo open up the door, they think I'm Freak Man in a CaddyNow Freaky's in an El doggin shabbies in at AlcoAnd everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go)D just came with a forty and a quartIn addition to the three that Greedy just broughtBut I don't wanna start early, so I just mightput my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent *tonite*Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite*Tonight is the nite *tonite*Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) *tonite*Tonight is the nite (aww yeah)And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freakSpray on some serious and put on my Girbaud jeansSweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trimAnd it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slimFive thirty on the clock an
