Lil' girl from the ghetto ran away home Tryin' to be a fucking woman acting way too Then she ran across the homie, 24-inch chromes Now she walking down the and stripping them brand new high heels on
She too young for me so I her to the next dude Got hood fame, what a shame X' do Hang with a crew that love getting a description of 1972
Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the gleaming, sitting up high? Ride and won't die but you young Spit words so fly, get you sprung,
Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan Trying to replace him modern day game We don't hate then shoot if you mess his prostitute And I hear, he got a lot to shoot
Now what if dude get your crew Slick got one Don't let the fool you, he got hot ones too Blew his brains out now he catching chain out to Slick got up fucking with a young dogg
My nigga was a gangbang motherfucking lunatic Nigga out to get a grip, sworn in to do this Nigga only do this shit and make this official A bitty nigga quick to hit you with the pistol
Ain't no squabbin' me and that's on 20s Plenty felt the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast Ask Cuz on the corner the bullet holes his chest blast don't want come test
'Cuz lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck respect, Crip or die, is how he ride Long Beach, Side roll in two times Every nigga on the yard know rep
A gangsta for life and I love that It's not a job fool it's a lifestyle And when you're slipping,
Lil' boy the ghetto with you're greased up khaki's on Used to be a ball player, homie what the went wrong? Used to see him on the corner hand up on his throne Tried to him off a bank recently, 25 to life, so long, he gone