Prophet Posse

Prophet Posse - Smoked Out, Loced Out lyrics

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(feat. K-Rock, The Kaze, Three 6 Mafia)



[Chorus x3]

Smoked out, loced out

Loced out lo-loced out loced out

(Triple ss triple six mafia mafia)



Niggga but you know but you can't

Rob the power hey,

Nigga with posse

Motherfucker don't them

Scared, fuck a man wtih the glock

Make 'em drop it

Damn fool what's this (trip-triple six mafia mafia)

Step it to the cut

Just smokin' and smokin'

See me locin' it and chokin' it

Puff puff puff

When the po pos come again

Buck buck buck buck (triple ss triple six mafia mafia...)

Now I was killin' a ride

With a double them niggas

They got te motherfucker strippin' with a knee

Look through my face

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Fuck a dead bed

Two shots to the head

Now the nigga dead

I'm bout' five the high

Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced dead

Even the nigga without and let it flow to the bread

Better roll to the dead



Scarecrow's the face

Dedicated thugsta syle

Cause when gone bare

Smokin' deep free

The little infamous's car taken in heaat

Gettin' me hype

On a little bitty pipe lee

Fool you better watch your shit

Comin' up and make quick

Lke ya up to somethin'

What squirm could of made me jog

In my world where three to the rock chess chess

Unless the rock

All across this day I wsaw the afterbird comin' out the mirror

And ever since today I've been wanting

To put a motherfuckers slip and have some nigga earlow

It's weird though, It's weird though

No houses's there is no tomorrow

Here comes the Lord Infamous

How ever I bet you nigros all go back

Sianara



I'm so high

I want to die

Ain't no reason why

Why ain't no fuckin' alaby

I be wonderin' why

Why do I roll so many blunts

Do I blow them three six stump

Do she catch me before I jump

Jump off of the ocean side

Ocean side call it suicide

Suicide is no fuckin' crimes in the devil's eye

It's black

Black in this mtherfuckin' bitch

Don't say bout' them motherfucking mafia six



I'll get ya somoked out loced out

Staying on top shit

Don't playa hate congradulate me

Give me my props bitch, ugh

No top notch

Niggas I'm scopin' so you can't stop

The prophet posse

Thw whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop

Don't think i would have sympathy for shit I said or did

I'm daddy's litle girl

That they call up in the wrong bitch

So listen to my words of wisdom

This shit is so so real

More real of a bitch

Call em' the stronger the nut will



When you hear the word Triple six

You get sick

Casue you know it's many in a click

Strap that dick

When the halopoints touch your skin

Then it rips

Travel through your body then your friend

Yo it's split

Made you bust and know them out then play

When we spray

So what's best that you stay outta our way

Or decay

Lie in your coffin in your grave

Is where lay instead of walkin' round' and like your paid

Now let us pray

Loced out smoke out

where them killas hangin hoe

get down south in the ghetto where we slangin' dope

Lyrics do you fear it when you hear it

Enter in your head

Hypnotizing young motherfuckers

Leavin' others dead

Scared from the sight

But the two breack check back on the breeze

It's my niggas that I'm tryin' to reach

Locked in their pin

Who would never see them streets again

All but the ight dollars

All fuck them divadends



[Mafia x4]

[Chorus #2 x3]

Triple ss triple six [Mafia x4]

Loced out smoked out



Triple six up in your crib

When your kickin' that ass

Then we take and let main bame

Layin' on the fall

Purrin' the drank and I fuck all with that cocaine

You really don't want nothin' better cease

Puttin' everything down with the shit

But I promise to got

If a nigga try to test me fit don't work with this click

Nigga get more work to the to the gut

Three six with a 40 cal with a pop

We talk about you that nigga who that casue I pull that shoot at who 

cares

Pat blast on that ass on the tainted glass

Raw gottta move with raw

But we on his ass

Nigga stop me on the chair

When we get to the p-h-z

Don't let no nigga pass



Mafia, mafia

Loced out smoked out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple ss triple six mafia mafia

Smoked out smoked out, loced out lo-loced loced out

Triple ss triple sic mafia mafia

Loced out smoked out, loced lo-loced out loced out

[Repeat till fade]
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