What Ya Need
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Yeah
Uh
We gon' mellow it out like this
For all my females out there
Puttin' it down
Bullet Loco
Yeah
Feels good flippin' chickens, Dulo gang style
Versatile since a child, never kickin' the same style
I'll get wildy like Coyote, you don't know me
Blow up like the Olympics, you ain't got shit for me
It's a Loc on the loose, guzzlin' the deuce-deuce
Finna go into the night with vodka and orange juice
Produced like Quincy Jones to get my clique in your home
See we simply defense and we stay in the zone
Always superior, never inferior
In a four on triple gold with blue rag interior
I ain't hearin' ya, never put me on hold
I'm butt-naked with my Chucks on, diggin' for gold
On the roll like butter, meltin' and gettin' mizzed out
From New York to CA, up north to down south
Watch me shake you up like Good Burger
With more to talk about than just another hood murder
I got what you need to make you call me daddy
You know I do whatever I can to make you happy
Roll with me on three, hittin' switches in my Caddy
Even though I'm flippin' chickens like hamburger patties
I got what you need to make you call me daddy
You know I do whatever I can to make you happy
Roll with me on three, hittin' switches in my Caddy
Even though I'm flippin' chickens
I keep knockin' like no one's home
Hit your dome, you shouldn't condone
It, clone and leave my style alone
Then by chance it's up to think that you ever want drama
I burn that ass in the back with a hot iron like Penny Mama
Bullet Loc will let 'em all know why I came
Taught never to get caught up in the game
Put it down, I take this to the heart while they playin'
You gon' do what the drum say
I take ten MCs, put 'em in a line
And add ten more bustas who think they can rhyme
But it'll take twenty more 'fore I go for mine
And it's forty MCs that I bust the same time
Down for my crown, no joke, I stay knockin'
So high up in the hotel that my ears poppin'
I put it on the water, baby, how you like me now?
Givin' up the fours from SB to Nike Town
I got what you need to make you call me daddy
You know I do whatever I can to make you happy
Roll with me on three, hittin' switches in my Caddy
Even though I'm flippin' chickens like hamburger patties
I got what you need to make you call me daddy
You know I do whatever I can to make you happy
Roll with me on three, hittin' switches in my Caddy
Even though I'm flippin' chickens
My mission is to hurry up and get G's on the streets
Tryna live comfortably like wallabies on my feet
Now I'm hotter than fish grease and you seein' me sizzle
Like 40 told me, "Bullet Loc, go just do your thug fizzle"
I'm into essence spit when the mic's in my hand
'Cause never it's rainin' money, homie, if you know where to stand
A little gold, you dress cool and walk with a limp
But got a statement from a fake head, tennis shoe pimp
I'ma take your ass on the crack and all night long
Lay it down like it's supposed to be and come up strong
Gave you work but it seems as though your skills fickle
Up to the coast, it's dill pickle, couldn't make a nickel
But Loc Loc just get it back so I can get at the so-and-so
Peeped it but it didn't look like this before
See that bad karma follows you wherever you go
Blew your chance, never gave it to her, and she know
That I got what you need to make you call me daddy
You know I do whatever I can to make you happy
Roll with me on three, hittin' switches in my Caddy
Even though I'm flippin' chickens like hamburger patties
I got what you need to make you call me daddy
You know I do whatever I can to make you happy
Roll with me on three, hittin' switches in my Caddy
Even though I'm flippin' chickens