** Roger Bryant lädt auf dem Kanal den ersten Track hoch. Es ist kein Video im Hintergrund vorhanden, man sieht nur die ganze Zeit das recht amateurhafte Cover als Standbild. Der Flow von Dante Emmons wäre in dem Track ganz in Ordnung, der von Roger Bryant ist ebenfalls recht amateurhaft, jedoch kann man es sich ganz gut anhören **








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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dante Emmons @BlackBratko]


Locked up, they won't let me out


And I had a long day in court, stress me out


Won't give me a bail, they can't get me out


Now I'm heading to the County, gotta do a bid here


I used to living luxurious, I don't wanna live here


The walls is gray, the clothes is orange


The phones is broke, the food is garbage


Lotta niggas is living with these circumstances


S.P.'s the same, I still merk your mans-es


Drug money to rap money, work advances


Niggas ran and told, I should've merked to Kansas


Got popped for a murder attempt


Knock me on D-Block when I was burnin' the hemp


Had a brick in the stash


Hope they don't take it to a further extent


Locked up and they won't let me out


When I hit my cellblock, niggas know the dread be out





[Verse 2: Roger Bryant]


I'm steady tryin' to find a motive


Why do what I do?


The freedom ain't getting no closer


No matter how far I go


My car is stolen, no registration


The cops patrollin'


And now they done stopped me


And I get locked up


[Hook: Roger Bryant]


They won't let me out


They won't let me out


I'm locked up; they won't let me out


No, they won't let me out


I'm locked up, they won't let me out


They won't let me out


I'm locked up, they won't let me out


No, they won't let me out





[Verse 3: Dante Emmons]


Heading up town to re-up


Back with a couple ki's


The corner block's on fire


Undercovers dressed as fiends


Making so much money


Product's moving fast


Put away the stash


As I sold the last bag


Fucked around and got locked up


[Hook: Roger Bryant]


They won't let me out


They won't let me out


I'm locked up; they won't let me out


No, they won't let me out


I'm locked up, they won't let me out


They won't let me out


I'm locked up, they won't let me out


No, they won't let me out





[Verse 4: Dante Emmons @BlackBratko]


Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so


I'ma Ryde or Die and stay D-Blocked up


Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P


When I walk by, nigga, get up


‘Cause I'm locked up, they can't get me out


I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out


Go and hit the bar when the wrecks be out


Can't wait for the day when they let me out





[Verse 5: Roger Bryant]


‘Cause visitation no longer comes by


It seems like they forgot about me


Commissary is getting empty


My cellmates getting food without me


I can't wait to get out


And move forward with my life


Got a family that loves me


And wants me to do right


But instead I'm here locked up


[Hook: Roger Bryant]


They won't let me out


They won't let me out


I'm locked up; they won't let me out


No, they won't let me out


I'm locked up, they won't let me out


They won't let me out


I'm locked up, they won't let me out


No, they won't let me out





[Outro over hook: Dante Emmons @BlackBratko]


‘Cause I'm locked up


Where's my lawyer?


Get me out of here


Baby, I'm locked up


Where's my niggas on the block?


Tell them I'm locked up


I'm locked up


Can you please accept my phone call?

** Dante Emmons lädt den neusten Track auf dem YouTube Kanal hoch **





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Lyrics

[Roger Bryant]


I'm not ya one hit wonder


And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep


Know I got the heat up under


Not up under the seat, up under my cheek


Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks


I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer


I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger


And I can't call it how I see it no more


Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel


And these bitches be the same too


Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to game you


And that's exactly what the game do


And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you


So what in the hell you want to floss her for?


It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)


You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5


While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry


And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)


And don't be going for that "I got a sore throat" (yeah)


Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)


Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)





[Hook] (Dante Emmons)


When I bump on this trouble


Niggas gettin' big money on the double


Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn


Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern





When I bump on this trouble


Niggas gettin' big money on the double


Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn


Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern


The only concern





[Dante Emmons]


Bitch you get fucked, can't suck


But you want a nigga with a million bucks


A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck


I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck


Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A


But how many dicks did ya suck today?


Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?


All I got for a motherfuckin' ho is hate


Bitch want to get drunk and high


Point that booty on to the sky


Square ass bitch go bake a pie


Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye


Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)


The Benz ain't a rental


Sippin' on that ya can't pronounce


Ho quit staring at my bank account





[Hook] (Dante Emmons)


When I bump on this trouble


Niggas gettin' big money on the double


Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn


Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern





[Roger Bryant]


I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing


P the reason you know


Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho


Legendary my name


Secondary you came


And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane


Still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes


Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues


Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone


I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone


The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above


Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood


Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)


I'm a cop me a kilo of yay


And try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (ahh yeah)


With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace


Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)


Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)


And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face


The way my Glock cock keep a niggas full


Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals


Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P


Very sincerely yours


MPW nigga please





[Hook] (Dante Emmons)


When I bump on this trouble


Niggas gettin' big money on the double


Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn


Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern





When I bump on this trouble


Niggas gettin' big money on the double


Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn


Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern


The only concern





When I bump on this trouble


Niggas gettin' big money on the double


Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn


Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

BlackBratko schrieb:

**Dante Emmons stirbt an einer Überdosis Heroin**