| Lil Rob, yeah
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| It’s kinda fucked up man
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| All these kids wanna be grown up
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| «Gangsta Gangsta» and all that kinda shit
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| Yeah I’ll be honest wit’chu eh
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| You smoke marihuana dawg but that’s about it
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| It’s better to cut loose eh y’know?
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| Chamaco’s on the calle livin la vida loca
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| Eleven years old, experimenting with drogas
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| Smoke a little weed, snort a little coca
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| I’ll just try it one time homey to see que onda
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| It’s so addictive and they get so addicted
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| Becomes a habit they gotta have it and they can’t kick it
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| There’s nothin funny about bein a druggie
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| I know a lot of people fucked up, became a junkie
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| Used to dress clean started lookin kinda bummy
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| True what they say you can learn a lot from a dummy
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| You get wrapped up in it, like a mummy
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| Next thing you know you’re in your hefa’a purse stealin her money
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| And you got it so bad, if you ain’t got it you go mad
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| Won’t stop until you get a toetag
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| Somebody please, gimme just a minute homey
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| To let them know that there ain’t no future in it homey
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| We like to get all fucked up y’know, homes?
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| We do drugs 'til we’re all sucked up y’know, homes?
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| I smoke weed cause it grows from a seed but that other shit
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| Cauae if it makes you scratched and bleed, twitch and shit
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| Hey homes just like Mrs. Jones, we both know
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| That it’s wrong but it’s much too strong to let it go
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| Some do, some don’t, the ones that don’t are fucked
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| Always end up stuck in a rut
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| In love with the drug, do sick shit for a fix
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| Too many good people ended up in that mix
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| They scratch and they twitch, they stand and they sit
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| But they can’t sit still, the drug’s the chill pill
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| They do what they do, and I’ll let 'em be
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| Cause in reality they ain’t botherin me
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| Even though it’s kinda fucked up to see
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| I can only feel lucky, that that isn’t me
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| But you know it coulda easily been
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| It’s not like it wasn’t around all over the town
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| People lookin for the drogas, their head in the ground
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| Another overdose, another body was found
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| I don’t have to prove to you what I been through
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| Just lettin you know I seen and what I been into
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| We’d go out, we’d stay late 'til the day breaks
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| We’d be in Cisco drinkin and huffin spraypaint
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| Sparkin it up, pointin the spray plate
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| Gettin fucked up 'til we can’t see straight
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| Hit the calles to go start some havoc
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| And go gangbangin in my homeboy’s Maverick
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| I remember, bumpin some ace fly
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| My cuete’s loaded and so am I
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| And you could tell by the look in my eyes
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| That I ain’t givin a fuck homeboy, we live to die
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| But that was just the thing to do at the time
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| Get together, get high, and go pull some crimes
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| But the truth is, you’ve got a fucked up mentality
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| Bet, you’re gonna get a fucked up reality, check |