Lil Ass Gee

Look at that lil' a*s 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 Don't roll that shit and hold that shit Now you know what f**kin' set he's claimin' A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin' And just when you think everything is calm That motherf**ker 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 d**k s*cked 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 niggaz on the 10-speed 12 years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight killer, a fool, a lil' a*s Gee Goddamn, 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 But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherf**kin' crook You want respect 'cos you didn't get'cha manhood took Drinkin' that 'yac like it's no tomorrow Westside hustler f**ker-tory In the jail and it ain't no thang Can't wait till you get 22's on the hang 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' a*s Gee See, I knew it wouldn't be long They got your a*s 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 till 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 f**k Rather stand in line or bust the a*s 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' a*s Gee A fool, a lil' a*s Gee Yo, this go out to the little hard head homies Who probably gon' see more, ah, a*sholes than pus*y holes When they get you in that system