Loked Out Hood - DJ Quik

Lyrics by：D. Blake

Composed by：D. Blake

Yeah

One day I was chillin' on Araabie 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 'cause of all these n***as

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 f**ked up

The forty-ounce is hittin' so I busted into school

I'm never gettin' sweated 'cause 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' a*s sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley

We all jumped up and we started to stroll

A young n***a like the Quiksta was takin' control

The DEA posse so deep we walked three twos

Now if you want to 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 'cause I didn't have a chair

Now Pop said Yo let's get some cuts

Get that old 8 so we can get f**ked up

Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10

And said f**k 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 twenty dollar bag

But he can't roll a joint 'cause he ain't got no zigzags

I looked up at my watch it said 1028

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 villain 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 'cause 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 n***as 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

Yeah shot him in the chest

The n***as tried to jet but the couldn't get far

'Cause Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car

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

Ha ha ha ha

Figure that s**t out you fools