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