They used to make me go to church clip-on tie, starchy shirt I never heard the preachers words all scrouched down in that pew these days goin' to church
I was sitting in my car the other night Behind a couple of High School kids Light turned green and they didn't go They were locked in a red light kiss
trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it a, frame
Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep Had a ball
a record store Well it's not there anymore Just think of all the things we did We were different Just like all the other kids Missy was a teen blue
Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate Like when I put my foot down that bitch still aborted it Stuck the canister under my jacket like the
[Spice-1] stepping up out of my cell with santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles gonna ride up on that grey goose, coming out of a case cos
How you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose Me and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we
you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose Me and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we pay
Got the strut of a hustler tryinna make a fast buck I'm still into the same thang, down with the same gang It's in my heart, other niggaz do it to gain
and blood In my red tennis shoes fool cause the pain is love I'm bout my green (Green) So my sky's blue (Blue) Purple and the strawberry philly up in
tickled pink. Laughin' at us on the avenue Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew We can't enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous... Of each other's wealth
Cuz I slang these thangs like a G It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind [KAM] I'm fresh outta county
me high gotta nigga goin crazy, crazy Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found me So my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
[VERSE 1] I guess y'all ain't heard the news (About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues (Say what?) By the deputy goon squad Devils
you (They wanna-be's) That's the only thing that's true I swing through, hit em with the bomb like Pooh When I'm dippin in my hood with my powder blue
day The fuckin Knightowl simon, be the mas chingon Ladies all surround me when I be rolling Diego County I make the money got the bitches A cuete for the snitches Them other
