Nipsey Hussle - Dre Jackin' For Beats lyrics

Yea Neighborhood Tiny locs do the most Nip Hussle in this mothaf**a Slauson boy you n***as already know what it is Hood sh** Got on a lil throw back Like this with so much drama in the RSC most of these n***as in L.A. ain't got the heart to beef So don't come around my way young n***as in the back shootin dice or on the roof with K's Now as I step out my spot and put my keys in my car dippin down shaw made a left on high park Seen some off brand n***as lookin shady through up my hood they started laughin Tryna to play me 6 0 degrees got me rollin up my sleeves reachin for my rugger that's behind my AC Fa sheez I pull up on em slow and hell naw I ain't hesitate to squeeze cause I'm a tiny loc Line presser you might mess up make the wrong turn off slauson and learn a life lesson macs with extended magazines And surpressers strapped cause police ain't on the streets to protect us trapped in a sting it's all a scheme to collect us Lock us up in cages that they know ain't gone correct us ya'll done f'ed up from the west Huh got it on yo mind you should get it off yo chest cause a lot of speculation who gone be the next up Block money till these rappers get they checks up befor you hit the west charge yo sidekicks up So when you get took for yo chains you can text us between draws and the homie in the red chucks It's safe to say we got this whole sh** sowed up we got this whole sh** sowed up I'm just lookin for some more kush to roll up always smokin that la la la To keep my brain maintane through drama I'm not the one we jackin for beats On back streets with aluminum bats toe tag the P.D. that's any jurisdiction In or out the district 7 7 division a crime scene forensic my 9 blur The vision of material witness 20 20 to blind now she need proscription Look cut the lights out twist up a sack cause the feds tappin my hood did you get all that From the bird to sqaud to the cameras in the back of the route by the field Were I handle the pack see a n***a like me just had to attcack jr high I ain't have no sack lunch in fact I used to flip a quarter get like me for change now I flip quarter kilos of cain and cop a cane