| Well it's the musically drunken king tee, with the fifth of funk | |
| Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh | |
| I've been around since the days of the sugarhill groove | |
| Bust it out with "act a fool" | |
| When i was seventeen, made some mad-ass green | |
| Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things | |
| Had to play the part for the g's on the block | |
| So i bought a blue rag, bought a black glock | |
| Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid | |
| The westside of compton over where the dead laid | |
| On (?) and central, where niggaz get mental | |
| For a dollar, makin punk niggaz holla | |
| I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin some 'gnac | |
| While the homies stripped cars in the back | |
| Lifestyles of the short and broke | |
| Ain't worried bout shit, cause i'm a down ass loc | |
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| So break the nigga off when you come to my hood | |
| Cause the little b.g.'s, is up to no good | |
| Jackin motherfuckers for they dana dane's | |
| Got 'em jumpin out they shit like the house of pain | |
| [king tee] | |
| Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun | |
| Tryin to stay full while he's livin in the slum | |
| I used to bang on fools like i was goin insane | |
| From a notorious compton gang | |
| It's king tee, strapped "iv life" | |
| Cause i don't trust niggaz, i use the middle finger for the trigger | |
| Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky | |
| For the homies that died, and don't know why | |
| It's the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec | |
| Makin hard niggaz hit the deck | |
| Lifestyles of the short and broke | |
| Ain't worried bout shit, cause i'm a down ass loc | |
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