Deep Down [Explicit]
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So much love for the fools that passed on
Or had to suffer for the hood that they down for
I don't know how to ease the pain
Drink brew every night
Can't pour a 40 to your memory thinking
Everything's just gon' be alright
It's why we ride, to get theirs that took from ours
Up in this ghetto life you just can't let them rival maynes go too far
You know what I'm saying?
If they ride, you hit them fools back hard
Some say, "Brother why you living this life?"
That's all I know though
I'm born to die up in this city
Sactown to Macktown
Just gangsta though, I didn't ask for this
Them fools wanna blast me, that's how I'ma go out, blastin' them
You know I can't get caught up though
I gotta be quick on my toes
Yeah I can load a 9 up every day but why?
My locs told me, "Homie, make them tapes and keep that 24 block alive"
But if I feel I'm in need, I gots to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side
Man it's the 9-mare creepin' up in the cut
I'm hitting dice games, barbecues, no matter what
The things I seen will make you throw up
Flaunt your flags, shoot your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm from, that's how you grow up
Man it's that wiggity 9 millimeter, carry a bass stereo type daily
You gots to feel me
Fool it's that baby
Killers run around every day, that's why I'm strapped
You heard it, I got my own back
Fade out into the 'Lac and hit the city of Sac
Them homies giving me dap but you got them fools that wanna funk
Then they wondering why I'm carrying me a 12 gauge pump
Man I ain't no punk
The average everyday thug, that's how it sound
I'm defending myself, I'm loading that nailer and leaving 'em laying
Yeah, and it does get kinda deep, you know what I'm saying?
You got my boys out here slangin' and you can't slang forever
Boys getting locked up, getting popped, all my folks is gone
You got YG's out here acting stupid
What you gon' do, you know what I'm saying? You gon' slip?
Let somebody take you?
I'm just telling all my folks man, stay up man
And don't sleep on yourself
This is Baby Reg, bye-bye
I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feeling how I'm feeling
I guess I'm feeling sorrow 'cause my homies got some steel in them
And fools would say that it's my fault I bet
See 'cause I wasn't strapped, yo, but I gave up my set
How could I know that them fools would blast later on?
On my folks, it's funny how this thing has got us different strokes
I think about my locs and how they hated though
I'm stressin' off the fact they gotta suffer from a bullet hole
And Mr. Dr. just don't have hope, loc
It's only been a month since my last damn partner got smoked
And rivals is deep up in my city fool
Since I'm on the underdog team, I can't have no P
My life is tore up so I guess I'm stuck, yeah
I got my St. Ides, I'm turnin' it up to get drunk
Then I pose some on the street while I say to myself
"For the block homie, rest in peace"
I remember when moms used to tell me
I was finna die before I reached the age of 21
Now I look, I got about ten dead homies and I'm still here
You know, fortunate enough, shanked three times
Life ain't nothin' nice, I remember gettin' jumped
I remember when we used to go out and just mop fools up
You know, handle our business, put in work
That's why my hood got such a big name
Everybody know my hood, my hood is the Loc hood
But now, you know, I'm finna let everybody know
I ain't gon' quit, I ain't gon' quit 'cause they ain't gon' quit
So it's just gon' keep going on and on and on like this
They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loading up the strap, smoking on that blunt
Just 'cause a brother hung his flag up, what that mean, I can't ride?
YG's all in my face, I'm 'bout to help them ride
I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0 and lounge until it's time to go
Shining up the 44 and rolling up the boogie boo indo
And hoping if I should die, that fool I'm high
That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them homies from the south side giving it up and
Them homies from the east side slanging that stuff and
I'm right up in the middle trying to hang on in
Trying not to end up like the homie doing time in the pen
But then again, I'm down for when the homies is ready to roll 'em up
You know, sticky in a dark blue cut
And as I'm creeping through your set
Trick, don't get caught up, shot up
The Garden Blocc locs, man we leave 'em laying
Yeah, I wake up in the morning, I hit that fridge and grab that 4-0
Sit in front of my radio, you know
Think about all my locs and stuff, you know
Knowing that I'm a little older than everybody else
I wonder what they expect from me, you know?
I know I gotta be there for 'em, you know what I'm saying?
I can't let 'em down
So I'm all stressed out about everything
Trying to make 'em understand, you know what I'm saying?
Then I got everybody trying to, you know, look down on me
'Cause I'm old, still in the game, you know what I'm saying?
They trippin', they know when you get in you can't get out
You know what I'm saying?
Ain't like my locs ain't tryin' to get out
But damn, we can't get out and we know it so we gon' stay down
You know what I'm saying? Based on a fact
So on that note I'ma go ahead and, you know
Let my boy Reg kick some stuff, you know what I'm saying? What's up?
I'd like to say what's up to all my boys in the pen doing time
Y'all stay up
To my boys out in the Eastside, on the
Block, you know, still giving it up
Yeah, to them boys from Loc to the Brain, C.O.S., Big Dan, B. Flat
Yeah, my boy Seno in the pen, you know, doing time
Yeah, and I'ma let my boy Doc kick some shots
Yeah, you know, gotta send props to Big X-Loc 1
From Mr. Dr. aka Little X-Loc Duke, you know
That fool Q-Ball, Little Q-Ball, you know
Yeah, and some hater, bring it up there in Gardens
I gotta send props over there to my boy L. Reg, got the gang
You know T-Tay, finna get in the low down
And uh, all them other fools from the block
Locked up doing time, South Dog, you know, K-9
Who else up in there, you know?
Just a gang of y'all, Bread, you know, Snake Venom
All y'all stay up, you know what I'm saying?
I'm out
Yeah, I'ma do it like this for the
Last time, you know what I'm saying?
I'ma get high school, you know, my boy trying to come up
You know what I'm saying, young loc?
Whole different setting, you know what I'm saying?
I got you Triple 6, Little Brother X
Man, get back here, you know what I'm saying?
It's all good, you know what I'm saying?
On that note I'm out