One for the impalas, two for the gold ds, 3 for the switches, finger for the police, nigga an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers up, two for the westside. x2 (chorus)
I dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when wayne bought that porsche out, I had the jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh take the nigga out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, fit so im back up the block with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the crack spot fiends over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls yeah the shits was that hot, black locs on like MC ren, deebo came through the hood in that coke benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims, before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they there was a lil nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu I wanted to be like him.
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fuck it I aint gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it i had steal toes on and hammer pants, up right? thats when my pops had to wait, he had to while I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass whopped for taking the duck gun outside, in my window watching all the kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I run outside, but imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on til like my tenth grade year, new girl moved on the block light skin with wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was i dont care so I took her bra off thats when she got scared, she wanted me to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to of LL lines in the back of my head, im alone in the room cant remember what he said but i Uncle Luke bitch give me some head here go
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shit im grown now, pops in im on my own now, got my first kilo and my brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat now, headed to that county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah homie changed, niggas dont bang like they used to, and I cant dunk like I used to, niggas move fast enough when hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like Fubu, I got a TV in the dash Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass bounce sideways, four amps 15s beatng the trunk tryin me for my shit gotta beat me to the pump, punk, im on my shit, nigga with an attitude hold my mutha gangsta shit.
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hey lo, im gonna take these niggas back man, to the number 4 jordans niggas dem shits was sway, them mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4 jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt no new ones so we went to mutha fucking payless and got that black polish, we put so much shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep shiny black mutha fu turned leather.