[Lil Ass Gee] Hell naw n***a f** this n***a let me up out of here! n***a y'all can't take me to jail anyway I don't even know why y'all got me gaffled Look, f** that, when my big homies find out about this sh** Y'all gon' be workin in Alaska, so dress warm motherf**er [Ice Cube] Hahahaha, yeah "This type of sh** it happens ev-ery-day" -] Slick Rick (2X) [Ice Cube] Look at that lil' a** Westside loc'ed out Insane-in-the-brain little n***a servin 'caine Use to have to ask could he cross the street Now he's rollin in a G, the G is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wa**up?) He'll roll that sh** (Wa**up?) and hold that sh** (Wa**up?) Now you know what f**in set he's claimin A wild little n***a and it ain't no tamin And just when you think everything is calm That motherf**er is the first to bomb (like the) Bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper He'll draw down, and then check his beeper (fool) He's clockin them chips and bucks Gettin, his little dick s**ed by the, clucks (yeah) And will he do dirt? Fool oh please Little loc's are harder then the O.G.'s (that's right) You fall to the ground and then bleed Just got served by little n***as on a 10-speed Twelve years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight k**er, a fool, a lil' a** gee (a lil' a** gee) (a lil' a** gee) [Lil Ass Gee] Hey, you little n***as need to get up out the spot man What, what n***a you think I'm a lil' punk or somethin? What you trippin for man? n***a f** yo' life! {*BLAM BLAM, BLAM*} Chorus: N.O. Joe Johnson When you run for yo' gun, just to save yo' life It's just a .. little a** gee When you hatin on these fools on these motherf**in streets I'm just a .. little a** gee When I step up on yo' a** with the shank n***as know it's just a .. little a** gee Just a young motherf**in tryin to clock my grip I'm just a .. little a** gee [Ice Cube] God damn, it's a trip Use to have the G.I. Joe, with the kung-fu grip (yep) Now it's straight Crip, or Blood Now ya sag, you used the flood (mark) Now you're known as the baby Droopy (yeah)
Goin to camp, and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wa**up?) But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, yea, I see you got a little size You motherf**in crook You want respect cause you didn't get'cha manhood took Drinkin that 'gac like it's no tomorr-y Westside hustler, f** Atari Been to jail, and it ain't no thang Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (n***a look) A underage boy that's smokin' Thai And that's your idea of junior high All you want for Christmas is guns and triggers Little n***a nuttier than a Snickers You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me A fool, a k**er, a lil' a** gee (a lil' a** gee) (a lil' a** gee) "Crazy motherf**er from around the way" -] Cube (N.W.A.) Chorus [Sampled interlude] We have people, that have been conditioned Not to expect to live, beyond the age of 30 They no longer care Once they no longer care, they're extremely dangerous "I'm not afraid of bein shot Cause that's the environment I grew up in" [Ice Cube] See, I knew it wouldn't be long (tell 'em) They got yo' a** stretched like Stretch Armstrong In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin Twenty years old but ya still a veteran Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons Proud of yourself, because ya done done it Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach Never even think about a woman to f** Rather stand in line to bust the a** of a young buck (Who's next?) Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your 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 (that's right) But that's whatcha tell the little homies on the yard Ya already done did ten 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' a** gee (a lil' a** gee) (a lil' a** gee) A fool, a lil' a** gee Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies Who probably gon' see more uhh, a**hole.. than p**yhole When they get you in that system, and I ain't trippin Chorus