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"I don't know WHAT'S WRONG with these children today." |
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"Nothin that a good ass-kickin wouldn't help!" |
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[Verse One] |
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Lord have mercy, the devil he cursed me |
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I heard you had the cup of life, and I'm thirsty |
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My niggaz keep fightin for a street, the white man own |
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So many died, before they got full grown |
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Plus I got an ingrown toenail |
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I sit back in the window, and watch all the hoes sell |
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A lot of ass for a blast (that's right) |
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Plus my litlte sister is gettin fast |
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Usin mo' niggaz for financial aid (what?) |
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They pickin her up from the 10th grade |
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In a Jeep they try to creep |
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Takin her ass to Lover's Leap |
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I admit I'm a sinner (yeah?) |
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Did what I had to do, just to get dinner |
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But I was told you was the first G (no shit) |
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L.A. is a war zone Lord, so could you have mercy |
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"You know who the FUCK Jesus is.." |
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[Verse Two] |
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I admit, I don't call too often (I know) |
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I wonder why I don't live in a coffin |
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Cause I know, a lot of my homeboys pray |
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But when it was time, they still got sprayed |
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The grass is greener, in my neighbor's yard |
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He's white, so his house is barred up |
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By the windows and the doors |
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But my moms gotta clean his FUCKIN floors |
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They won't let us in (that's right) |
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Even if we learn to act just like them (word?) |
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But if you don't learn you flunk |
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On a road to sleep, forever on a jail bunk (all day) |
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But I ain't no punk, and I won't get punked |
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By the system, so I gotta diss 'em |
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I was told you was the first G |
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Somethin ain't right Lord, so could you have mercy |
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"You know who the FUCK Jesus is.." |
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[Verse Three] |
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I'm dead, so bury me alive (six feet) |
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Under all this bullshit and jive |
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Cause I know when you made South Central |
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Shitty - it wasn't done intentional |
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Cause I looked back before the crack |
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Before the macks, in motherfuckin Cadillacs |
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It was the same old thing |
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But nowadays, niggaz mo' brainwashed |
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And I can tell everytime I see |
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L.A. Compton to Long Beach gangs talk |
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I wish when my pops got the erection |
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He woulda used protection |
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And I wouldn't be a squirrel tryin to get a nut |
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And I want the nut, just to get some butt |
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It's like the battle of the sexes |
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My head spins around like I needed a exorcist |
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But if you blew up the world today it wouldn't matter |
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(Nope) just send down a ladder |
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To the people who had it the worst G |
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I'm askin you Lord, please have mercy |
