Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out
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insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine
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Use to have to axe could he cross the street
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now he's rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on E
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He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
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Don't roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?)
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Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin
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A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin
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And just when you think everything is calm
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that motherfucker is the first to bum
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like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
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He'll draw down and then check his beeper
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He's clockin them chicks and bucks
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Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks
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And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
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Little locs are harder then the OGz
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You fall to the ground and beg please
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Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
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12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
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A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee.....
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God damn, it's a trick
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Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
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Now he's straight Crip, or Blood
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Now ya sag, you use the blunt
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Now ya known as the favorite groupie
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Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?)
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But I ain't surprised
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It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
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You motherfuckin crook
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You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took
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Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y
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Westside hustler fucker-tory
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In the jail and it ain't no thang
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Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh)
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A underage boy that's lookin tossed
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And that's ya idea of who you hide
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All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
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Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker
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You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me
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A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee......
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[Interlude: (two sampled guys talking)]
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See, I knew it wouldn't be long
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They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
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In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin
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Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin
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20 years old but ya still a veteran
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Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons
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Proud of ya self, because ya done done it
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Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach
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Never even think about a woman to fuck
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Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck
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Got stuck, now you're bleedin
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Hospital ward, is got your reading
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Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
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that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
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See, it ain't about bein hard
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But that's whatcha tell the little homies in the yard
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Ya already done did 10
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and wish you could start all over again
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Brand new inmates and who do ya see
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Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee.....
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A fool, a lil ass gee
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Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
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who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes
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when they get you in that system
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Lil Ass Gee
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| Ice Cube |
