Dj Quik - Laked Out Hood lyrics

[DJ Quik]

One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) 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' and I jumped in my jacket

(John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat

Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street

Now (John?) 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 and his little man Pop and Nookie

Now Sha 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 Quiksta 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 and they're gettin' weirdo

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 up 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 swallowed my 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 anyone 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, "Dane which one do you choose?"

"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?

[gunshot] (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

Now 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 you fools)