Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Ass Gee, artist - Ice Cube. Album song Lethal Injection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Lil Ass Gee |
Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out |
Insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine |
Use to have to axe could he cross the street |
Now he’s rollin' in a Gee, the Gee is on E |
He’s quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?) |
He’ll roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?) |
Now you know what fuckin set he’s claimin |
A wild little nigga and it ain’t no tamin |
And just when you think everything is calm |
That motherfucker is the first to bomb |
Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper |
He’ll draw down and then check his beeper |
He’s clockin them chicks and bucks |
Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks |
And will he do dirt? |
Fool oh please |
Little locs are harder then the OGz |
You fall to the ground and beg please |
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed |
12 years old, got bumps they can’t keep |
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee… |
God damn, it’s a trick |
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip |
Now he’s straight Crip, or Blood |
Now ya sag, you use the flood |
Now ya known as the Baby Droopy |
Goin' to camp and it ain’t Camp Snoopy (Wassup?) |
But I ain’t surprised |
It’s 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size |
You motherfuckin crook |
You want respect cos you didn’t get’cha manhood took |
Drinkin that 'yac like it’s no tomorr-y |
Westside hustler fuck Atari |
In the jail and it ain’t no thang |
Can’t wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh) |
A underage boy that’s lookin tossed |
And that’s ya idea of junior high |
All you want for Christmas is guns and triggers |
Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker |
You don’t wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me |
A fool, a killer, a lil' ass gee… |
Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*) |
See, I knew it wouldn’t be long |
They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong |
In the one-man cell, it got’cha thinkin' |
Sendin' more kites than Benjamin Franklin |
20 years old but ya still a veteran |
Won’t touch down til we’re livin' like the Jetsons |
Proud of ya self, because ya done done it |
Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach |
Never even think about a woman to fuck |
Rather stand in line or bust the ass of a young buck |
Got stuck, now you’re bleedin' |
Hospital ward has got you reading |
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see |
Got ya mad enough to go and stick the deputy |
See, it ain’t about bein hard |
But that’s whatcha tell the little homies in the yard |
Ya already done did 10 |
And wish you could start all over again |
Brand new inmates and who do ya see |
Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil' ass gee… |
A fool, a lil' ass gee |
Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies |
Who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes |
When they get you in that system |