Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Ass Gee(Clean), artist - Ice Cube. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
Lil Ass Gee(Clean) |
| 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 |