HEROES

Alright Alright Now Now When I grew up, criminals were my heroes The beanie from New Jersey Drive over my earlobes From jump it was always fuck cops and the bureau Mix of Casper, Harold Hunter and DeNiro Now I'm with my kids and we're watching Olaf And I'm like damn used to want to be like O'Dawg Tuck the Deuce Deuce under the goose boosting y'all Couple screws loose Cashier turns POOF I'M GONE Seven I heard NWA in the street From an older neighbor who was playing Fuck the Police Eleven writing graffiti, Fifteen I'm selling weed By Sixteen I had an MPC It was Hip Hop's fault That I wanted to grow up Sell drugs, smoke blunts, drink Mad Dog and fuck Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks Wanted a perm like DJ Quik My mama said Ben Are you aware your hair is way too thin But in my mind I was Junior High Iceberg Slim Feeling fine, getting high Spending time with a bitch Taking Heineken sips This is 'live as it gets, Shit But me Man I wanted to be a vandal Wanted to kick it with the people living in the bando On Third and James, by the fountain where they panhandle Running from the cops Pulling scandals Those were my heroes Pick up the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doing petty crimes, back in the day Too much OE Tipsy off the whiskey Pick up the the the the mic the the the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doing petty crimes, back in the day My clique is too great Back in the days at the Boulevard on Broadway Before the downtown turned to a big All Saints I was rolling round with the forty ounce of malt drank Posted up in front of the 7-eleven all day My heroes didn't look like yours My heroes didn't look like yours Nah Nah They didn't work a 9-5, they worked a 5-4 Woke up at 3 then recorded more See my heroes died of overdoses Riding for the culture Mind tied to psychosis All the lies in show biz My heroes shot dope and inhaled blow in their noses Got locked up, got out and did some more shit I got that devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me And we fuck up any city, heavy hitting, any innings Steal the pancakes off your plate And then I'm robbing you at Denny's In a plymouth that is tinted And the sherm has got me spinning You don't want it with this Put the truck in his ribs We don't fight fair, fuck that We jump and get our licks Reds and whites flash through the dash, hop the fence Wake up, smoke a blunt, hit the park and do it again For my heroes Pick up the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doing petty crimes, back in the day Too much OE Tipsy off the whiskey Pickup, pickup, pickup the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doing petty crimes, back in the day My clique is too great