Tytuł: Young locs slow down

• Wykonawca: Warren G
• Wyświetleń: 321

[Warren G]
   Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down
   Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down
   Watching fools servin' found
   Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
   And getting bitches with plenty riches
   And if you bang homie, do that
   But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that
   And all you see is the glamor and gold
   Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold
   Your destiny is in your hands, you got control
   Wasting time with your life until your ass is old
   Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
   Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp
  
   [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
   Can't fuck with, what you asked for
   Sometimes you just should let go
   Get what you need and not want
   Some folks believe and some don't
   These are the ones that don't last
   Hard head makes soft ass
   But it was something that I had to have
   I just had to have
  
   [WC]
   Whats crackin' gangsta
   Little woe G sake with a bang loose
   Dickie sagging how should kicking it
   Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you
   Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya
   I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering
   A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop
   Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt
   Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
   Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother
   You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker
   Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block
   Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead
   Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious
   For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper
   And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga
  
   [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
  
   [WC]
   Murder, murder, murder
  
   [Warren G]
   I don't wanna die
   I'm trying to live, trying to survive
   Murder, murder, murder
  
   [WC]
   I don't wanna die
   I'm trying to live, trying to survive
   Niggas done got the game twisted
   Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
   And just start division, fool listen
   Life is like a grab shot
   You can either hit the jackpot
   Stack a not and get a calf shot
  
   [Warren G]
   Live you life homie
   Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked
   And moms put a block on the phone
   You's a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone
  
   [WC]
   All alone in the streets it was on
   But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone
   Your on your own
  
   [Warren G]
   Until the youth, I spit to you
   They call me G dub and I spit the truth
  
   [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
  
   [WC talking to end]