213 - Lil Girl lyrics

Lil' girl from the ghetto ran away from home Tryin' to be a f**ing woman acting way too grown Then she ran across the border homie, 24-inch chromes Now she walking down the track and stripping With them brand new high heels on She too young for me so I pa**ed her to the next dude Got hood fame, what a shame what X' do Hang with a crew that love getting revenue With a description of 1972 Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the side 24's gleaming, sitting up high? Ride and won't die but you young b**h Spit words so fly, get you sprung, b**h Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan fame Trying to replace him with modern day game We don't hate then shoot if you mess with his prostitute And what I hear, he got a lot to shoot Now what if dude get your crew Slick got one too? Don't let the pimpin' fool you, he got hot ones too Blew his brains out now he catching chain out to Chino's Slick got caught up f**ing with a young dogg My n***a Slick was a g**n motherf**ing lunatic n***a out to get a grip, sworn in to do this sh** n***a only do this sh** and make this sh** official A little bitty n***a quick to hit you with the pistol Ain't no motherf**ers squabbin' me and that's on 20s Plenty n***az felt the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast Ask 'cause on the corner with the bullet holes his chest blast Dumb-dumb don't want come test 'Cause he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck Demanding respect, Crip or die, is how he ride Long Beach, East Side roll in two times Every n***a on the yard know 'cause' rep A straight gangsta for life and I love that It's not just a job fool it's a lifestyle And when you're slipping, woo-wam-lights-out Lil' boy from the ghetto with you're greased up khaki's on Used to be a ball player, homie what the f** went wrong? Used to see him on the corner daily hand up on his throne Tried to knock him off a bank recently, 25 to life, so long, he gone