Lyrics:
Tat Chat Chat ooooh 4th Avenue Jones'
K-Ci himself
(himself, himself) Shabba dabba dee swee swee
Ha Ha Oh yeah, lemme tell ya now, oh yeah
I never
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country (life)
This is our county
This is just what we
[ Prode'je ]
South Central's back in this muthafucka for the big Nine-Three
Dedicatin this to all you little young niggas
[ VERSE 1: Prode'je ]
Used
4 months no job
5 years gone from a 4 year high school
3 weeks and the rent due
Soul cold like igloo
But who woulda thunk
At 23 I'd slump
Getting by
everything you did
No more tusslin', time to do a bid
In the brand new jail that they built for you
Where the smallest little thing you get killed over
one time I'm getting four more
Copped me a new MAC ayo, I was in my cell
I clicked my heels three times
Pink Just 2s, my khaki suit mastermind
Water
signin' off
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names
Late late late
Hook x4
[Layzie Bone]
She pulled the curtain
Fo' certain
We go'n leave these
[Twamp dog]
Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back
Talkin' bout takin' me down to the sac town county jail,
Strapped up
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be
the truth
I ain't dry snitching this da truth
Tech nine. Spray the scene Like gasoline
Got the stick in the whip
Like little league, What the fuck you think
ACME how I smash a beat to smithereens
The cleanest sixteens, then go and take my kid to Little League
Literally the illest literature you'll ever
Yo, we burned
New league and Friday's open
You know they'll kill us
Gotta go hard, bitch, I never quit
Fuck what haters say
I remember living in
really see/sea different
Popping off like a little league
Ready if somebody swing
I'm really to the t with it
Basil Hawkin ability
Pull your card, and when
I bust a few curves off of Windsor
I'm feeling like a winner
Up and down Ralph David
Minding the business that pays me
I'm from the westside little
the man since a Jit
In the little league
That hate around, can't bring me down
Huh, nigga, please
Got a canine In the back
And I call him Cujo
You bet not
the league if my growth spurt come in, on my mama
2009, bro dropped The Warm Up
I was in warm-ups playin' Weezy
And Yukimi, Little Dragon, flame breathin'
the joke's on them
What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendre
A league competin' where no team could beat us
I cut them ties, 'cause I need
human"
Look what the cat dragged in
From his next of kin
His little sister hugs the tin man
Tony, she's grown
And she's pretty, in her little black
a nigga deserves peace (talk to em)
I ain’t finished, rose my digits independent
Counting chicken, swimming in it
4 times 10 it, that’s a given
Sipping Fiji
the roof fame
Big money on the wrist game
Little nigga with a big dream
I remember them days in the hoop day
I'm in that new thang with a few chains
'nd I
league competitor
Because I throw like it's Madden
And then I use my satchel charge
To just take off like Aladdin
And I don't need a Jasmine I
Just need
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle,
Was eighteen years old, out on my own
Out to get what I saw as mine
By '92 I was twenty-one
I was back out on the street
Two whole years of county
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