Jerry B. Long Jr. - Nickel Slick n***a lyrics

[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