[Intro: DJ Paul & The Showboys]
Yeah, nigga
The motherfuckin' two time, two time motherfuckin' champions in this bitch
I got another motherfuckin' gold plaque on the wall now, nigga
Now tell me what you think about that
Look me in my eyes and tell me
Nigga (Lock 'em in the—)
Bitch (Lock 'em in the—)
Bitch (Lock 'em in the—)
Bitch (Lock 'em in the—)
Bitch (Lock 'em in the—)
Ho (Lock 'em in the—)
Ho (Lock 'em in the—)
Ho (Lock 'em in the—)
Nigga (Lock 'em in the—)
[Chorus: The Showboys & Juicy J]
Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in the tr—
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in the tr—
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
Lock 'em in the tr—
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Like this
Now in my city it's some real, in my city it's some fake
Got some niggas that's gon' play, got some niggas that's gon' hate
Got some niggas that's gon' diss the trill niggas on the tape
But them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate
That's why them niggas ain't around no more
'Cause them niggas couldn't sell no more
Without the Hypnotize or the Prophet, nigga, you is no more
Got plaques up on my walls, got 20's on my cars
Keep comin' like you comin' and I'ma show you
I ain't fucked up bout no charge, nigga
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Can you niggas feel my pain?
Catch me standin' in the rain
Holdin' on a rusty tool, 'bout to act a fuckin' fool
Is the six the Devil, though?
Make you wanna powder your nose
Have you smokin' hydro weed, satisfaction guaranteed
Buckin' wild and throwin' signs
Knowin' these niggas done loss they minds
Blame it on Caribbean, ooh
When we cock them thangs and shoot
Thinkin' somebody had seen my face
Never gon' catch a murder case
Just gon' beat him round for round
And leave him in the river to drown
[Chorus: The Showboys & Juicy J]
Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
Lock 'em in the tr—
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in the tr—
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in the tr—
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in the tr—
Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
[Bridge: DJ Paul & Project Pat]
Hahaha, y'all niggas still don't understand, nigga
Look around, motherfucker
Look the fuck around you, and see who you see, nigga
All you see is me
Hypnotized C-A-M-motherfuckin'-P, bitch
Come on, come on, keep it comin'
Keep it comin', keep it comin'
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
So you wanna try-ah nigga with the nine-ah
Creep up from behind ya, like I'm a sunrid-ah
Shoot ya in your spine-ah, slap ya like a minor
Patch out your hizzead, skull bloody rizzed
Stayin' on the low-low, hatin' that's a no-no
Duck tape that trick up, in the trunk you go-go
You gon' shake and shiver, pain I deliver
Kidnappin' fools, throw they body in the river
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca & Crunchy Black]
Let's get this on
You think I just piss off them fuckin' sluts, then I
The streets' auto-traffic gon' fuck you up but now
I had to tremble quick 'cause he bump with it
Got some midgets in my clizzique, now I'm pimpin', bitch
They ridin' on 10's, 20's, hundred ain't shit motherfuckin' funny
North Memphis come we catchin' everything and money
Homie, I keep my motherfuckin' eyes open
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
'Cause last night I dealt up with the feds in the corner store
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black & The Showboys]
I locked 'em in the trunk (Lock 'em in the trunk)
And dropped they bodies off (Lock 'em in the, lock 'em in the trunk)
See cash in B.Z. you get that sawed off funk
(Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
Point to your head and left someone dead
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
Then try that with thugs and be half out your head (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
See, messin' with me is like messin' with the feds
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
See, messin' with me is like bein' halfway dead
(Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
Most niggas don't walk my path I done already laid
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
Put two in the gun and flex so I won't be in that restin' place
(Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
Don't make me get 'ignant, feel the incision
Arsenic fragments, dagger is jaggin'
Poison and lashes, two thousand hazardous
Can you imagine me with the Magnum?
Fire breathin' dragon, blow away the ashes
What the fuck happened, torture and trap them
Satan is diggin', Scarecrow premonition
The world is endin', please make a decision
[Verse 7: La Chat]
Mane, fuck that shit, go get that bitch, and throw her ass in my trunk
That infrared net be gettin' her head, she make more sounds and she dumped
Where the fuck the evidence, bitch? Only heat for my witness
You think I'm playin' what you sayin', La Chat ain't bout her business
I tote my Glock I keep it cocked, the .38 slug for a nigga
Could be my brother, husband, cousin
Fuck him, I pull the trigger
Got no remorse, won't sympathize
Ain't got no love in my soul, don't fuck with me
Know who I be, La Chat that murderin' ho
[Verse 8: T-Rock & The Showboys]
I got him runnin' from my slugs wrath
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
Niggas get they mugs snapped
(Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
Lickin' shots from plastic Glocks you marinate in blood baths
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
Ignorance leave my manner, silently conceal the ana'
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
Ho, I visualize your skull, and split it with the snipers scanner
(Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
Insert the cap in Glock, gunpoint get faster props
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
Lock and load like master lock, and hit you for an aftershock
(Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
No mistake so meet your fate, confiscate the paper chase
(Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk)
Triple 6 is runnin' shit, cooperate or we make you wait
(Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun)
[Verse 9: Lil E]
You's out there thinkin' we just bullshittin'
About this shit gon' wind up interferin'
Motherfuckers get they wig split
Layin' here in a coma that you just can't seem to come out of
Now you think a nigga still playin', bitch, what's up, cuz
Like I always said, I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more
I think I done made it clear enough on how these ballers like the road
I'll have you know again, don't mess with me when I get full of that funk
Or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin' trunk
[Outro: The Showboys]
Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk
Lock 'em in, lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun
