Mama Told Me

[Hook 1] Man, it's like my Papa always told me Watch it when you cross them streets Chilling with your homies Drinking 40's and you're smoking weed [Verse 1] See, I was a bad boy Playing with my papa's crew and bumping Cube on Crenshaw Looking out the window, catching indo from my Pops' plant Dreaming about the hoes you get when rolling with the big dogs Killers, and I never seen 'em mad once Cleaning off my fat pumps in my P.E. clothes Watching as my Pops podnas walk with a G stroke Pulling out his cake and I swore he had 3 rolls Damn, I wanna be like those guys! The negroes The Menace II Society's, Public Enemy's Chuck Taylors and white tees, that reminds me [Hook 2] Mama always told me Watch it when you in them streets 'Cause you be chilling with your homies Making ruckus on them Hip-Hop beats [Verse 2] See my cousin was an MC Wrote a couple verses, but at first, his shit sucked Got sick, but then he dropped it, just to get cheese I took his mic and found a nigga with a M.P.' We made a classic, 'cause our shit bumps Changed the game in 6 months Give 'em what these kids want Started blowing big blunts Fucking off my ships drunk Filling cups, fill in guts Living up to what these white folks said it was Just a dumb nigga's luck Having fun and getting drunk Smoking all my hope up in a blunt (...What?) Fuckin' up... [Hook 1] It's like my Papa always told me Watch it when you in 'em streets You be chillin' with your homies Drinking 40's and you're smoking weed [Verse 3] Yeah, this is for the O.G.'s They used to call me "John Junior, you the next" Yes, you was right – Blu is like a vet Already, yet I'm only 22, up in the booth Giving truth back Aiming at the hearts of niggas arguing for 16 bucks?! It's like they rather shoot gats than change crew Live life, change, grow, and kids like– [Hook 2] My Mama always told me Watch it when you in them streets Chilling with your homies Making ruckus on them Hip-Hop beats [Verse 4] Yeah – West Coast up in the holster, finna blow the fuckin' roof off Loaded, holdin' truth to shoot the first fool to move, dawg Think he Superman with his suit off You ain't "Half Man, Half Amazing" – you half man, RuPaul, you broad Can't believe you telling niggas you hard A 2 star soldier, sold his soul up over 2 large For new cars, went too far, to see the season change And ain't it frantic? Cameras swayin', it's Mr. Hit Ya'.... Bitch