[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
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