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The Loc Is On His Own
Lyricist：Clinton George Jr, Motley Nathaniel, Savage James Joshua
Yeah, dedicated to all my homeboys
In the California Youth Authority
Much love
I caught another case so the Loc needs bail
But your people act funny when you're sittin' in a cell
I didn't get mail so jail was like hell
Out of anger I shank 'em in the neck in the stairwell
I remember pontocaine 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', 'Don't 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 didn't twitch, scratch or itch
They found a nine in my inside pocket ain't that a bitch
A short and quick trip to the County straight drama
The first call I made was collect to my mama
I didn't 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 I'm grown
So now I gotta handle it myself, fool
The Loc is on his own
The Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
Yeah, 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 capt the plea now the cops got another young nigga off the streets
He's coming back to fish for some more meat
Puttin' marked money on a hook to real us in
Throw us in this little ass bucket called the Pen
And they'll give you a day when you'll be free
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Uh, but it ain't no grantee 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 religion and play with churches
They put pretty boys with hard niggaz on purpose
I ain't heard from non of my peoples, homes
But that's ai-ight though the Bullet Loc is on his own
The Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
Polo T-shirt, now I'm creasing up my 501's
Hoping they gonna give me some sun no So-Glow
Pimp Daddy Afro the Loc ain't about to shave
I'm comin' like a mob in 9-4 comb in my left back pocket
It's time to 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
It's fucked up in jail if you're holdin' a bowl with some change
Your goin' back in your cell they let me go, I grabbed my heaters
Now I'm down with the niggaz in the shell-toe Adidas
And we going to make this money, all of it not a little bit
Smokin' on the Indo until I get illiterate
Leave me alone, trick, I'm in a full zone
My money's on the microphone the Loc is on his own
The Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
She got a block on the phone
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