Now, I got a story to tell About a boy from Dena that was pretty as hell No h*mo but this kid had all the females Dark skin around 6'2", enough detail Always had the fitted and shoes was retail Every click in Dena, this cat would trail Counterlight to his height, his face was frail Had a voice that didn't ring a bell The legend is what they called him he f**ed clean I guess everything isnt really what it seams The more misery the more he thinks about his dreams And having the bling, because he never had the finer things The only thing the legend was good at was basketball He can shoot and make it from half court past the wall He would play from broad day light 'til after dark And would play in the park until he saw the narcs
The position of the dogs on him like blood on sharks The only thing they wanted to do was act tark I guess the weed got to him when the castles pictured it Cause he started talking crazy acting all ridiculous What happened to the kid was all so innocent He even changed the group of friends that he was kickin with Putting his nose in something that he didn't even have no business in After a while he got ghost he thought the world was shady He stayed with chicks at the house drivin him crazy That was the problem with Chris and the ladies Couldn't leave him alone now he havin a baby [Outro] He coulda been a doctor, he coulda been a lawyer This is the story about Chris Sawyer