[Verse 1]
The setting
It's a cool breeze day
Word takes place in the city of L.A
I'm 9 years old to be exact
Checkered bell bottoms, brown shirt
With a dusty a** cap
Goin to the ABC market
Had to get some new biscuits
2 dollars what a bargin
Preceding up the street
While I'm humming a tune
The first time I witness
Somebody's tryin' a jack move
If im correct it was a el'co
Tryin'a jack a '6-4
n***a's tryin ta tip-toe and yo
Pointing at gauges
Tryn'a take a brother's ya'
He saw what was up
Got out the vehicle and bailed
He just had to run in my direction
But they smoked his a**
Now his next to the sports section
But the n***a dropped the ya' on the ground
So then I picked the sh** up
Ran down and around the corner, yo
And through a nearby alley
Escaped through a tiny gate
I was a nickel slick n***a [x4]
[Verse 2]
Huffin' and puffin'
But I finally got to the pad
My mother asks where I was at
I said
"Yo, I was over Snowy's house
Playin some marbles"
She believed what I said
So I went to my cars
You see I shared rooms with my cousin
That was mentally slow
But he was a big as f**
6"5', 300 pounds or more
Nicknamed 'Big Truck'
Took the sack out my pants
Unravelled the product
Told my cousin we gotta hustle and bustle
To make money back
I make connections
You watch my back
Set up a program
Called the lemonade stand
But I wasn't sellin drinks
I was sellin big bands
And bundles and boulders of doves, yeah
At this time I was gettin more pub, yo
From this cluck and that cluck
And everybody wanna cluck cluck
But me and Truck
We didn't give a f**
But the spot got hot, police raid
They took Truck to jail
But me I got away
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
4 years past, now I'm 13
Bought me a duster
To go undercover
My cousin's jail sentence was almost finished
Now we back in the streets in a mix
In it to win it
Pulling cards, checkin fools
Checkin names down
Now my status was ballin'
Was set to the ground
Other hustlers knew I was doin my best
Cause I was a baller young a** n***a from the west
Had a pimped out crib in Pomona
Not far from the city
So that way I can hit corners
Now who would expect this little juvenile punk
Straight ballin y'all
As they kept on falling for it
It was a smooth operation you see
Cause I had the luck
Your whole f**in family would love me
5 years swoop now I'm 18
Sold a lot of product
So they start calling me kokane
At this time i was bustin' funky rhymes
Hook the sh** up with 87
Now am gettin mine
Lay Law was in effect and he said "Let's do this"
Gave my sh** to E
Then I signed with Ruthless
But Truck was left on the spot
Hmm, what do
Hooked a n***a up with that c**ane rock
Now Truck was gettin paper from the yayo'
Me, I'm gettin paid for my motherf**in' record sales
So there it is, a player getting bigger
I guess I joined a whole organisation
Of nickel slick n***a's
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yo Stan, won't cha play something nickel slick for a n***a right here