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Tytuł: Lil Ass Gee

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