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    "Loosifa" Lyrics

    Juggaknots

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    [Brewin]
    What y'all know about them wild niggas
    Devil child niggas
    Have-you-kick-the-bucket-say-fuck-it-and-smile-niggas
    The type to catch the Buddha buzz, slide up to the fuzz
    Sayin "Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body"
    I knew this nigga Smokey, sorta like his pistol
    Barrel when you're in peril and shit like that was wanted
    But later that would die down,
    Sorta like many abandoned that he ran with
    His block felt sorta haunted
    His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed
    They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded
    He needed a job and the robbin wouldn't do it
    He wasn't tryin to go out like Diquan in Strapped
    Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby
    From the hospital she found Smokey some work and shit was lovely
    With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot
    And not a nigga on the street would have to get that pocket tapped
    He's workin in maternity and learnin
    Seein much about the infant children
    To be skilled in fatherhood
    Stealin baby stuff home for self
    And he didn't have to pull the Mac-20 off the shelf and get...

    Chorus:
    Loose if a brotha can't take no more
    Loose if a brotha can't swing it
    Loose if a brotha can't break once more
    Loose if a brotha.....

    [Brewin]
    In Maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff,
    Make-you-drop-your-jaw-stuff, hospitals get sorta wild
    He saw some babies shakin, awakin if they were fortunate
    His soul was scorchin, it would have thinkin of his child
    Later there would be no "Honey, I'm home,"
    Strictly "Woman if you jeopardize my seed, dead up, I leave you wet up"
    On the block, a flock of zombies entranced
    By the peddlers of temporary ghetto heaven had him fed up
    His job was gettin hard to fuck with
    They had even had him stuck with the disposal of the stillborn
    Poisoned by the nourishment, the ill torn soul from flesh
    From the womb to tomb
    Seein shit like that'll have you crazy
    That night he had a dream
    And it was a child nursin upon the semen of the glass genetalia
    Clouded nut after clouded nut
    He woke and shouted "What the FUCK is goin on?"
    Smokey was swayze, it's time to get....

    Chorus

    [Brewin]
    He figured there was only one way
    As he rushed the runway lookin wild deranged
    This was common, without any qualm inside he was tookin
    Lookin at fiends of the pebble adored praised,
    Devil for lord raised from the crystallized tombs
    Through fumes from the floor
    Blazed the sole sacrificial altar
    He chose now to halt the worship dealin that ultimate headrush...

    The lead crushed, buyer or seller decoratin hell a flame
    With the choir of the firearms to blame
    In the mornin by the time the smoke cleared,
    Everybody seen the massacre, the local folk cheered
    "Oh, thank the Lord Almighty," the pharmacy was out of business
    On the L a chubby widow cries alone because her man had gotten...

    Chorus (2x)
    This song was submitted on November 22nd, 2015 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Chris Liggio.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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