Lil' girl from the ran away from home Tryin' to be a fucking woman acting way too Then she ran across the homie, 24-inch chromes Now she walking the track 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 love getting revenue a description of 1972
Now who's the in the 'Lac leaning to the side gleaming, sitting up high? Ride and die but you young bitch words so fly, get you sprung, bitch
Young Slick, his name, chasing Don fame Trying to replace him with modern day We hate then shoot if you mess with his prostitute And I hear, he got a lot to shoot
Now if dude get your crew Slick got one too? Don't let the fool you, he got hot ones too his brains out now he catching chain out to Chino's Slick got caught up fucking with a young
My nigga Slick was a gangbang motherfucking Nigga out to get a grip, in to do this shit Nigga only do this shit and make this shit A little bitty nigga quick to hit you the pistol
no motherfuckers squabbin' me and that's on 20s Plenty niggaz felt the wrath of his gun blast Ask Cuz on the corner with the holes his chest blast Dumb-dumb don't come test
'Cuz he'll lay you to rest, with a set on his neck Demanding respect, or die, is how he ride Long Beach, East Side roll in two nigga on the yard know Cuz' rep
A straight for life and I love that It's not just a job fool it's a And when slipping, woo-wam-lights-out
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 corner daily hand up on his Tried to him off a bank recently, 25 to life, so long, he gone