Lil' girl from the ghetto ran away home Tryin' to be a fucking acting way too grown Then she ran across the border homie, chromes Now she walking down the track and With brand new high heels on
She too young for me so I her to the next dude Got hood fame, what a what X' do Hang with a that love getting revenue With a description of
Now who's the in the 'Lac 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 modern day game We don't hate then shoot if you mess his prostitute And what I hear, he got a lot to
Now what if dude get crew Slick got one too? Don't let the pimpin' you, he got hot ones too Blew his out now he catching chain out to Chino's Slick got up fucking with a young dogg
My nigga Slick was a motherfucking lunatic Nigga out to get a grip, sworn in to do this Nigga do this shit and make this shit official A little bitty nigga quick to hit you with the
no motherfuckers 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 Dumb-dumb don't want come
'Cuz he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his respect, Crip or die, is how he ride Long Beach, East Side in two times Every nigga on the yard know rep
A straight gangsta for life and I love not just a job fool it's a lifestyle And when you're slipping,
boy from the ghetto with you're greased up khaki's on Used to be a ball player, homie what the fuck wrong? Used to see him on the daily hand up on his throne to knock him off a bank recently, 25 to life, so long, he gone