Snoop Dogg - Poor Young Dave lyrics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] There once was a kid by the name of Dave Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed He paid no attention at the sh** that we talked to him Always stay strapped for the sh** that was brought to him This n***a was a motherf**in' fool Only 13, f**in' b**hes in high school Laid back, his game was trunk tight He was chillin' in the day time, cluckin' at night Makes me wanna holla cause the dollar he got As he grows in his game, going step by step To the status of an Al Capone, Mr. Big 6 in the game of bones But you know what they say. What goes up must come down So just peep what I speak as you boogie to the sound [Hook 1: Snoop Dogg] I met a little n***a by the name of Dave Who was known in the hood cuz he misbehaved But when the cabbie got plucked it was time to get paid Sack his sh** out in dumps, now he's on his way [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Mischevious and devious, that's how his life was When they swerve down a cabbie just to keep the pluck alive So of the make a motherf**er from the other side Was thinking bout a jag move tryna move by It is yellest cuz my n***a got the dope game sod up You n***as tryna trip, bitta bitta back, they got blown up Blown up a lot, you could still get shot You will never play a motherf**er out on his nut Rule number 1, pay attention to this sh** Though we f**in' with them little n***as, they ain't to be f**ed with Chuck getting it on to the break of dawn Now he's known but sudden more than I own He's got a 187 on his motherf**in' chest A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest Lookin' for the n***as from the night befo' So we can clash they a** but he don't know they had his back though [Hook 2: Snoop Dogg] He ain't gone in mission, it's just that trip But one of his homies is a motherf**in' snitch Some n***a named Mick from around the way They said we'll give you 20 G's if you show us where he stay [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] A dude named Dave caught up in the drive by Tears from his mother, watchin' her son die That trip, somebody slippin', bullet, zippin' Dave gone for good, now his mom's flippin' No need for playing on dying David dear Point blank, he took a 9 slug to the head David, the wannabe gangsta from the hood He wasn't that bad and he wasn't that good All he understood was did crazy lists So he bought some of that to get some of this This got him back but that went to them Them being they who made his head lay He didn't know Ray, he said he made this cash Crash from the gun, their lives in ash Smash, he hitched the frontpage quick Not fair cuz this conducted by that fool named Mick Mick, double the trick and he'll be dyin' and his moms will be cryin'