I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat
Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street
sh**, ball fights would go on in the park
And like vampires n***as come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material sh**
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time dick
O.G. n***a's turn into alcoholics
What you think about it fool "n***a I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of boogers
Well my n***a's on the block sell that rocked up sugar
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pa**
Quick to put slugs up in a n***a's a**
We say f** school, we say f** grades
We rather get paid and snort c**aine on the Ave
I see some n***as I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They look at me like my face is full of bear sh**
They don't even say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those days are rested
I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
To the store for some zig-zags
Every store on my corner is owned by an Arab
But like a bucket I say f** it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my sh** and keep rhymin'
Cuz some n***a's don't like me, but I don't care
They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
I rather take you on tour wit' me n***a then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke ganji
And I don't care about jail ho
I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the f*gs, I did a calendar
Now I'm even sicker on the Ave
Some n***as say they s**a free
Now why the f** you motherf**ers keep f**ing with me
I love p**y like a motherf**er
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a motherf**in animal
You want your p**y ate baby
Find a n***a that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat your a** up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks
Cuz there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't have the streets
Then the Dog n***a wouldn't eat
So baby throw that gum
You got your mommy and your daddy
And a n***a for an income
And my n***as on the block, got one income
That's from breakin boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when n***a's get shot in the head
But a helmet won't work though
Ya get a nine in your a** and watch your dick blow up
Cuz real n***as just multiply
But now days real n***a's just die
Put a bullet in a n***a's a** laugh then jet
Real n***a's smoke buddha ho
Triple cross a muthaf**a then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn feds
Now I'm about to get high
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit' hella muthaf**as ah hell no
Cuz I don't worry bout' sh**
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be f**ed wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs just jock
And white folks can't pa**
Give up your cash and your bags
Or getcha a** stabbed on the Ave