I Got My Locs On

[Chorus: x2] I got my locs on I got my locs on And you can't see my eyes And you can't see my eyes I got my locs on I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high And you can't tell I'm high [Verse 1: Ice Cube] I got my locs on welcome to the terror dome I got them carrots on givin' off them pheromones Women love it when the see me on that motorcycle Niggas hate it cause they know I'm makin' more than Michael Been ballin' since the word ballin played out They brought it back to describe me in that Maybach Me and Jeezy Jeezy rollin' with our locs on Smokin' somethin' good fuckin' up the ozone [Chorus: x2] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Brand new Versace's ran me a buck 50 (They must have set you back) no baby not really Switchin' lanes yes yea the chopper's just silly When it's bustin' at your ass we just laughin' at ya really I got my locs on dickies on keep the workin' niggas on Keep the cashmere vickis on yea she keep them vickis on Keep my locs on see you hatin' mother fuckers keep my locs on you know they match my bag suckers [Chorus: x2] I got my locs on cause my eyes are burgundy And when I get home I don't want the third degree The verdict be urgently these niggas wanna murder me They scared of the consequences comin' from my defenses It ain't that expensive have your ass hoppin' fences Lucky motherfucker missed your ass by some inches Next time understand what you fuckin' with its legendary status Sittin' behind these glasses nigga [Chorus: x2]