[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]

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Writer(s): DELMON HAROLD, JAY FENLANE, O'SHEA JACKSON