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Cuz nigga we budded at the brain cell and blue down Niggas don't show they face unless they locs blue rides blue flags everyone else was fuccin hoes Cut though get stucc in the spot And I could barely breath up in ths biatch From all the smoke, god damn Loc's eyes is bustin while I choke Tote one more to tote Throw the joint to Lynch and slice some mo dope Adjust my strap so that it's coo and take a sip of 4 Now it ain't no cavies burnin but chronic got my lips toe up All at each others throat cuz '94 was crazy as fucc So I steps out look up at the darkness Glad it's night and that I'm alive Ready to die, don't ask why I don't know why it's like that Just know that locs is gonna die Nigga so when I going dead I'm takin 2 Nigga rolls for shit 9 for the fuccin set brain [Chorus] LIQUOR! MURDER! Went to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium SongtexteWith LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium Drank LIQUOR! MURDER! Went to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium I stay high, for the reason niggas is in the season And I'm sicc of the fuccin stress Fill 'em up Loc 2 Da Brain and Fill 'em up like quicc to the shits Now lets let go of the smoke Flow to the gangsta flow Can't none of them fucc with Got nigga rolls dyin from contact smoke It's a Loc 2 Da Brain insane thang We smoke to the brain and gang bang with folks Got a indo theory for any nigga that's out there trippin off that loc Now who wanna smoke and who wanna get smoked By the gang that's staight loc Cuz a punk ain't shit like a bitch ain't shit They can all get crept with 4's So I steps out look up at the darkness Glad it's night and that I'm alive Ready to die, don't ask why I don't know why it's like that Just know that locs is gonna die Nigga so when I going dead I'm takin 2 Nigga rolls for shit 9 for the fuccin set brain [Chorus] LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) Went to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium With LIQUOR! MURDER! Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium Drank LIQUOR! MURDER! Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) Loc to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium Now LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium With LIQUOR! MURDER! Went to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium Drank LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder) Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium Now LIQUOR! MURDER! Loc to the fuccin brain, brain Fill 'em up with slugs Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium nigga Aus Songtexte Mania