What got to do with it When I don't know the full of a rap image? I'm trapped the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a up Get it I said I'm trapped inside the and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so
If I was the I'd pay my mama's my homies and them Bulletproof my doors Lay in the White House and get high, Who thought? Master take the off me
can be like a box of chocolate Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the Oh shit, so sick, don't you swallow it Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison I can just the rap industry politics Milk the game up, lactose intolerant The last remainder of real shit, you the obvious Me No, streets put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the is A dream's only a dream if don't follow it Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow I'll you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal K Dizzle would do it for you, my niggas I'm a god Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually never charged But came over you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards You at artists like the harvests So many Rollies you and you want all of them told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry I should've what my grandmama said to me
Shit change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit change until you get up and wash your ass Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass nigga Oh now, down
And once upon a in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a nigga He was 5 something, God bless the kid Took his to the show and this is what they said
Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' The convicts talk 'bout matchin', money and whips The private and passports, presidential glass floor bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for Instagram flicks, suck a dick, fuck is One suck away from wavin' flashy wrist My defense tell me to get him, quickly because he got it It's the recession, then why the fuck he in King of No more poor, meet my .44 When I see 'em, put the per diem on the Now Kendrick, know they're co-workers But it's gon' a lot for this pistol go cold turkey Now I can his watch on the TV and be okay But see I'm on the once that watch landin' in LA Remember steal from the and givin' it back to the poor? Well me at these awards I guess my grandmama was a boy She
don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass Shit don't until you get up and wash your ass nigga Oh now, down
And upon a time in a city so divine West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was 5 foot something, dazed and Talented but still under the neighborhood You can take boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for service