| When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
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| Little bad motherfucker playing Space Invaders
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| Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
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| Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
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| Walking with the schoolhouse bully
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| By doing that, I had a lot of pull, G
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| Cheating on tests, making a mess
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| Cussing like a sailor at recess
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| It must a been a half moon
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| Cause you’ll catch me running out the little girls' bathroom
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| Chewing on Good and Plenties
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| Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
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| Yo I was living like the class clown
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| Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
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| When you young it’s hard to see
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| That it’s wrong throwing rocks at the RTD
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| Popping out your window with a BB gun
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| Better yet knocking on your door and run
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| Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
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| Even though I was still shooting blanks
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| As soon as the dark hit
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| I was stealing candy out the corner market
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| Until I got my ass whipped
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| Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit
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| Thirteen, that’s how old I was
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| When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
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| And I was looking at any butt and ass
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| Me and my homies started cutting class
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| Going up to the high school
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| Looking for any bitch I could lie to
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| Tell em I was older than I really was
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| Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
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| That’s what a mack’s made of
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| But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
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| Hard as a rock the long way
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| And then I put the rubber on the wrong way
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| But I still gotta have it
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| Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
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| Goddamn I was hype
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| A virgin but I still knew how to lay the pipe
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| Even though the ho worked me
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| I still knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque
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| Then the shit got strange, money
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| I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
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| Then the nut came gushing
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| I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
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| Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
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| Cause I was still young doing dumb shit
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| At 17 got my first Volkswagen
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| And mastered the life-long art of dragging
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| To the women in college
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| Hung out with the OG’s and got some street knowledge
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| Breaking in cars and all that
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| Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
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| Fucking at a real fast rate
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| Til they said that I might not graduate
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| Then I said, «Fuck the dumb shit
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| Cause Pops’ll fuck me up quick
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| If things continue.»
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| So I start rapping about shit I been through
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| And I got real good
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| Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
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| Trying to be baby macks
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| Doing shit that I did seven years back
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| Going through a stage
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| But before they can grow up they on the front page
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| And they moms is having a fit
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| Cause they died young, doing dumb shit |