Jayo Felony Lyrics - The Loc Is On His Own lyrics

The Loc Is On His Own lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Intro]

Yea, dedicated to all my homeboys
In the California Youth Authority
Much Love

[Verse One:]

I caught another case, so the Loc needs bail
but your people act funny, when youre sittin in a cell
I didnt get mail so jail was like hell
out of anger, I shank em in the neck in the stairwell
I remember potacaine was used to rock up
It was a trip on how I got locked up
10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coats
yellin Dont move or catch a hot one to the throat
you learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black
Yo, just put an out of order sign on your bozack
I didnt twitch, scratch or itch
they found a nine in my inside pocket aint that a bitch
A short and quick trip to the County straight drama
the first call I made was collect to my mama
I didnt go see her before I went to jail
but now I wanted her to come visit
send money orders and post bail
Till I remembered that Im grown
So now I gotta handle it myself, fool
the Loc is on his own

[Chorus:]

The Loc is on His Own
Moms was trippin she got a block on the phone
I cant call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin she got a block on the phone
I cant call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin she got a block on the phone

[Verse Two:]

Yea Moms I love you too
I understand that your tired of the bullshit I put you throw
I pleaded not guilty, G
with no intentions of going to trial, I got the plea
Now the cops got another young nigga off the streets
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Hes coming back to fish for some more meat
Puttin marked money on a hook to real us in
or sit in this little ass bucket called the Pen
and theyll give you a day when youll be free
huh, but it aint no garantee
because you might get the shovel
be the next one to find out is it a god in the devil
but it you can hold your own and mind your own
you live long,
take no shit and stay strong
some fake religon and play with churches
they put pretty boys with hard niggaz on purpose
I aint heard from non of my peoples, homes
but thats ai-ight though
the Bullet Loc is on his own

[Chorus]

Polo T-shirt, now Im creasing up my 501s
hoping they gonna give me some sun
No So-Glow
Pimp Daddy Afro
the Loc aint about to shave
Im comin like a mob in 9-4
comb in my left back pocket, its time
try to get Parole in this long ass line
my big homie walked out with his head down low
I said yo, big boo, what the fuck they shoot you down for
my brotha wants to kill the pig
gave him a year because his arms are too big
its fucked up in jail
if youre holdin a bowl with some change,
your goin back in your cell
they let me go, I grabbed my heaters
now Im down with the niggaz in the shell-toe Adidas
and we going to make this money, all of it
not a little bitIm smokin on the Indo until I get illiterate
leave me alone, trick, Im in a full zone
my moneys on the microphone
The Loc is on his own

[Chorus]

She got a block on the phone