Lil' from the ghetto ran away from home Tryin' to be a fucking acting way too grown Then she ran the border homie, 24-inch chromes Now she down the track and stripping With them brand new heels on
She too young for me so I passed her to the dude Got hood fame, what a what X' do Hang with a crew that love getting With a description of
Now who's the mack in the leaning to the side gleaming, sitting up high? Ride and won't die but you young words so fly, get you sprung, bitch
Young Slick, his name, Don Juan fame Trying to replace him with day game We hate then shoot if you mess with his prostitute And what I hear, he got a lot to
Now what if dude get your crew got one too? Don't let the pimpin' you, he got hot ones too Blew his brains out now he catching out to Chino's Slick got caught up fucking with a young
My nigga Slick was a motherfucking lunatic Nigga out to get a grip, sworn in to do shit Nigga do this shit and make this shit official A little bitty nigga quick to hit you the pistol
Ain't no motherfuckers squabbin' me and on 20s Plenty niggaz the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast Ask Cuz on the corner with the bullet holes his blast Dumb-dumb don't come test
he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck Demanding respect, or die, is how he ride Long Beach, East Side in two times Every nigga on the know Cuz' rep
A straight gangsta for life and I that It's not a job fool it's a lifestyle And when you're slipping,
Lil' boy from the ghetto with you're greased up on Used to be a ball player, homie what the fuck wrong? Used to see him on the corner hand up on his throne to knock him off a bank recently, 25 to life, so long, he gone