How To Survive In South Central .......... Ice Cube

Just Ask Me To .......... Tevin Campbell

Mama Don't Take No Mess .......... Yo Yo

Growin' Up In The Hood .......... Compton's Most Wanted

Just A Friendly Game Of Baseball (Remix) .......... Main Source

Me And You .......... Tony! Toni! Tone!

Work It Out .......... Monie Love

Every Single Weekend .......... Kam

Too Young .......... Hi-Five

Hangin' Out .......... 2 Live Crew

It's Your Life .......... Too $hort

Spirit (Does Anybody Care?) .......... Force One Network

Setembro .......... Quincy Jones

Black On Black Crime .......... Stanley Clarke

"And now, the wonderous world of.."
"Hey, come to Los Angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"Hey Bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"Hello, my name is Elaine --
and I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles"

[Ice Cube]
How to survive in South Central (what you do?)
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if you're white you can trust the police
but if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
and don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
on stayin alive
In South Central, yeah, that's how you survive

"Hi this is Elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles,
or is somebody taking your things? Have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"This is Los Angeles."
"This is Los Angeles."

[Ice Cube]
Rule number two: don't trust nobody
especially a bitch, with a hooker's body
cause it ain't nuttin but a trap
And females'll get jacked and kidnapped
You'll wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red
cause most niggaz get got
in either L.A., Compton or Watts
Pissed-off black human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you're nuttin but a mark
make sure that you're in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight
cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
and you won't survive in South Central

"Now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
You realize that it's fucked up!
It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on TV.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
punk motherfucker!"

And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to DJ Chilly Chill
Sir Jinx, aiyyo Cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what's happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South Central
God damnit!

[Ice Cube]
Rule number three: don't get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a vice
on everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
cause South Central L.A., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
and start slangin ki's
to an undercover or the wrong brother
And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don't take your life for granted
cause it's the craziest place on the planet
In L.A. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars
they live behind bars
So everybody's doin a little dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
as you enter, the concrete Vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in South Central

Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass,
you tramp-ass hoes? You better watch out.
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
you know what time it is. South Central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
You'll sho' get got, just like that.
This ain't no joke motherfuckers.
Now I wanna send a shout-out to E-Dog, the engineer,
puttin his two cents in..

"This is Los Angeles."

[Tevin Campbell]
You know it G
First of all let's make it clear, I'm a strong young man
Takin no shorts ya see, yeah
So if you plan on makin waves, it's just a waste of time
You should face reality, yeah (check this out)
I don't want you to think that I'm, afraid or shy (uh-uh)
Naive I will never be (you know it G)
I just want a friend so I can hold her hand
Come on baby, and get with meeeee, yeah

(Just ask me to) Just ask me to
(I'll be with you) I'll be with you
(And ohhhhhhhhhh, so much as your friend)
(If you walk with me) If you walk with me
(I'll walk with you) I'll walk with you
(And ohhhhhhhhhh, so much as your friend)

(Forget, those people talking trash)
(Just jet up and just leave)
(Girl it's not too late) It's not too late it's not too late

(Baby, take Tevin by the hand)
(I'm sure you'll understand) I'm sure you'll understand
(Lady this is fate) Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh

(Dooooooooooooooooooooon't, be afraid) T.C. one time now

I'm not here to goof around (so zero that thought, hehe)
You should understand that G (aww yeah baby)
You can make all the times the way that you want
but I won't let you play yourself, no not for me, yeah

(Doooooooooooooooooooooon't) Don't (be afraid) be afraid
(We've got, it made, we do) We've got it made we are
(It feeeeeeeeeeels, so good) So goood
(That you know, we have, nowhere, to go)

[Chubb Rock]
Check it out
Yo check check, Atomic Tevin, I know you really feel like
you're in heaven your grill's a 7 and your bio reads 11
(What you mean G?) If you really wanna see, don't pretend
to be all cute, she knows you got loot
Not Al B. can convince me that you're naive
The squabs will perceive..
.. your position, rationalize who you are
Tevin Campbell get souped, you're a star
She said, "Can you tell me where we're going to?"
To my crib for a few
Don't get sexual, sexual means have
If she's on that program, that's what
your staff is for, she mighta been around the world
and I I I I (what?)
You might find your baby, and if not
you can come to my crib, I'm Chubb Rock, peace
(Peace)

[Tevin Campbell]
(Just ask me to) Just ask me to
(I'll be with you) I'll be with you
(And ohhhhhhhhhh, so much as your friend)
(If you walk with me) If you walk with me
(I'll walk with you) I'll walk with you
(And ohhhhhhhhhh, so much as your friend)

Break it down..
Aiyyyyyyyyyyyyo, I'm in here G!
Cause I'm the T to the E to the V to the I to the N, baby

(Forget, those people talking trash)
(Just jet up and just leave)
(Girl it's not too late) It's not too late it's not too late

(Baby, take Tevin by the hand)
(I'm sure you'll understand) I'm sure you'll understand
(Lady this is fate) You understand, you got to understand baby

Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Awwww yeahhhhhhhhhhh yeahhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh babe
Audi 5000, peace!

"There are a few things I wanna explain to you..
and I'll try to define, to the best of my ability"

"Mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"

"I'ma tell you one more thing;
and won't tell y'all nothin else"

"Mama.."

[Yo-Yo]
Growin up was crazy, in my days we got our ass kicked
Mama didn't play no ? cause talkin back is foul play
She had her own way of gettin across, which was a belt of steel
She'd tell us from the work we could all but kneel
Gettin nasty in front of guests was the way she'd like to do it
She'll say straighten your shit up, or you can stop em from comin
And yo guys knew what time it was, even they was checked
I got a down ass mama ("that's right") mama don't take no mess
Now shit got hectic, cause mama was tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself, King and Queen of this house
Yellin, "I want my Daddy" would get your ass thrown out
Now when it came to partyin, moms got wild
Don't nuttin get old but clothes, and they come back as styles
("that's right.. that's right") Yo, I got a down ass mama

"Mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Can you dig it?"

[Yo-Yo]
Beings it was all girls, shit was always missing
from panties to makeup, if it was gone then she was bitchin
She wants to know, "Who's been in the house?" I said no company
Checkin her dresser sayin, "What happened to my money?"
If it was on then it was on, cause money don't walk
Somebody better talk, find the stuff she done lost
I got my butt whooped for everything I did wrong
And it was ON, cause niggaz kept playin on my phone
Don't let moms go to a conference and the teacher confess
Man I'm tell you, mama don't take no mess
Why watch me go down, fight to keep it goin
but really not knowin cause the truth is what they're showin
You don't have a friend, friends come and go is what she'll say
Never tell your deepest secret, you'll get hurt that way
Love is a game, and it's okay if you play
But they're dogs dressed as men, tryin to be your friend
and baby watch out, don't take a step unless you know which way you're goin
Times are gettin lonely but I'll be a honey
I'll never leave ya, believe that love is in the air
No matter what you done, moms'll be there
I got a down ass mama

"Mama don't take no mess!"

"Because I'm aware that you have to use what you have
to get what you want. This is the reason I'm asking
you to tighten up your shit. Be proud of your black
body and use it. That's your natural gift, so girls
use it. But you got to get yo' shit together!"

"Mama don't take no mess!"

"I'm beggin you please do like I told you"

[Yo-Yo]
Moms, didn't play the okey-doke, oke can get choked, huh
Fuck around and get yo' neck broke
Tellin your friends, "Hold up, wait man, moms'll let me go"
Walk in the house and mom straight say NO!
The type of moms to whup you in the store if she hasta
Just to let you know, you're the child, she's the master
Livin it to the fullest, playin 40 like she's 20 y'know
Some old tricks from a young pro
Brought up in a church house, and every Sunday was a must
When moms couldn't make it, we rode the church bus
Don't say you couldn't fade it, cause that was plannin yo' week
No church, no runnin the streets G! ("That's right")
We didn't neglect our chores, that was number one
For thirty on the dot, we was on the run
She used to pull up at the dance, have the DJ to call us out
After two o'clock, wasn't no hangin out
Sometimes she waited in the batterram or stood at the front do'
People used to ask what she came fo'
Hell wasn't nuttin get close, moms was loc, no joke
("Right on!)" I got a down ass mama

"Mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm"
"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"

"Get them drive-by shooters out of my living room
and off my couch. You know we expecting company!"

"Is that it? I gotta go."
"HELL NAW THAT AIN'T IT!"

Wake your punk ass up
The MC Eiht's back in the muthafucking house
Kicking the straight gansta shit for teh 9-1
You know what I'm saying, yea

Growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984
Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
And at home, it's the same ass story
Mom's treat me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this shit so I bones the hell out
And roll wit the pack of wicked muthafuckas
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga wit no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball
Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking
Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood

[Chorus]
Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and money

I got hard times and realize, ?(skate)? sometimes I wonder
But it just seems that the hood could took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blasting
Community trying to shut me out
But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout
Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthafucka
Always strapping, eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take 2 to your jaw
Don't enter my hood homeboy
Not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost
Nuttin but bitches and money

1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm fucking up shit
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was making snaps
As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force trying to roll deep
But I'm playing these punk fools cheap
Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother
As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good
Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood

[Chorus]

yea-a-a-a

A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game
But I'm still makin gmy profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So I keep hiding my face
No time to waste, they got me on the chase
Now the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock
Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
Am I sho', yo I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good
Growin' up in the hood

[Verse One:]

(blam) Aww shit, another young brother hit
I better go over my man's crib and get the pump
Cause to the cops, shootin brothers is like playin baseball
And they're never in a slump
I guess when they shoot up a crew, it's a grand slam
And when it's one, it's a home run
But I'ma be ready with a wild pitch
My finger got a bad twitch, plus I'm on the switch --
-- side, and step up to the batter's box
Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox
But let him shoot a person from the White Sox
What's the call? Foul ball!
Babe Ruth woulda made a good cop, but he didn't
Instead he was a bigot, dig it
My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem
Instead of cops gettin me I'm goin out gettin them
And let em cough up blood like phlegm
It's grim (blam blam) but dead is my antonym
And legally they can't take a fall
Yo check it out it's just a friendly game of baseball

[Verse Two:]

R.B.I. -- real bad injury
But don't get happy you're in jail for a century
Just as bad as bein shot in the groin
To see who'll shoot ya, they'll flip a coin
And watch him run for the stretch
But you don't know the man is at home waitin to make the catch
So the outfielder guns you down
You're out, off to the dugout, underground
I know a cop that's savage, his pockets stay green like cabbage
Cause he has a good batting average
No questions, just pulls out the flamer
(blam) And his excuses get lamer
Once a brother tried to take a leave
But they shot him in his face sayin he was tryin to steal a base
And people watch the news for coverage on the game
Hmm, and got the nerve to complain
They need to get themselves a front row seat
Or sink a baseline for a beat
Cause television just ain't designed for precision y'all
It's just a friendly game of baseball

[Verse Three:]

A kid caught on, but I don't know where the brother went
The umpires are the government
I guess they took him out the game, and replace him
with a pinch-hitter, in the scam he was a quitter
So the cops usually torment, I mean tournament
Win em I was sayin
You can't let the umpires, hear ya speak and battle
like the other kid you won't be playin
Cause they'll beat you til your ass drop
A walking gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot
And when they walk around let it be known to step lightly
The bases are loaded
My man got out from three strikes
In the skull but the knife he was carrying was dull
Instead of innings, we have endings
What a fine way to win things
And hot-dog vendors have fun
Sellin you the cat rat and dog on a bun
And when you ask what is all of this called?
It's just a friendly game of baseball

I anit trippen on none of her home girls
and I anit trippen on none of my home boys
if we gone be together we gone be together

Just me and you
[ow babe]
Just me and you
Just us two

Just me and you

[Verse 1:]
Needless to say
you know I really want you
I feel like you can make me happy
Take a trip far
and let me do my thang
Forget about what you heard
lets get personal

[Chorus:]
Just me and you
[Just me and you]
Dont worry bout Michael
Dont worry bout Jonny [we dont need nobody else]
Dont worry bout Terry baby

Just me and you
[Just me and you]
Dont worry bout Tracey
Dont worry bout Tina [we dont need nobody else]
Dont worry bout a dame thang
Just me and you

[Verse 2:]
As far as my personal taste
Is concerned
I really really love the way
you made me wait so long
Now that the both of us
really know each other
It's time that we
explored one another

Dont worry bout a dame thang
[Baby Baby]

[Chorus:]
Just me and you
[Just me and you]
Dont worry bout Michael
Dont worry bout Jonny [we dont need nobody else]
Dont worry bout Terry baby

Just me and you
[Just me and you]
Dont worry bout Tracey
Dont worry bout Tina [we dont need nobody else]
Dont worry bout a dame thang
Just me and you

[Guitar break]

Dont worry bout a dame thang
[Dont worry dout a dame thang]

[Chorus:]
Just me and you
[Just me and you]
Dont worry bout Michael
Dont worry bout Jonny [we dont need nobody else]
Dont worry bout Terry baby

Just me and you
[Just me and you]
Dont worry bout Tracey
Dont worry bout Tina [we dont need nobody else]
Dont worry bout a dame thang
Just me and you
[Repeat till fade out]

[Monie Love]
Work work work, that's all I ever hear you talkin about
What happened to play some time, all work no play is good for now
You square I do declare become aware come over here
Share this hyper-funky party atmosphere, I think it's fair
to spread your time more evenly than you do, get the clue
Get down do exactly what I'm about to do, is that hard for you?
I didn't think so, so let's go, with the flow, and you know
you can work it out with Sister Mo'

Work it out..
Work work it out..

Are you ready to get into this funky funky funky stuff
I hope that there will be enough, there is no need for me to bluff
Cause what I'm about to do is set the mood just so you get picture
Let the rhythm get fly hitcha I will lead the peoples witcha
Sway a little mo' I know the flow will get you so
why don'tcha try to let go of your entire ratio
Let the music fill your shoes, take care of all your worldly blues
I'll try my best to do the rest, so whaddya say, ??
So slap you in the face with good intentions
I'm forgettin to mention, Monie Mon's imaginative invention
Bein able to party Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Saturday even Sunday catch my drift? Okay next section
Time to work it out, you got the clout, the ability
to achieve your every need so let me see
You can do what you're doin now, I'll show you how
Let me hear you shout - with Sister Monie we can work it out

Work, work work, work
Work, work work it out..
Work, work work, work
Work, work work it out..
Work, work work, work
Work, work work it out..
Work, work work, work
Work, work work it out..

Well, whaddya whaddya whaddya know? Sweet little Mo'
Gettin hype? You better believe that I'm the type
cause no one else can rock this mic as nice as me
?? MC's please let me be, I don't want no beef
Howmany howmany howmany times must you make yourself a slave
You'rediggin you'rediggin a grave, get out the corner that you make
Won't you live just a little, get out of the middle
Kill the doubt, with Sister Monie you can work it out

[rap samples and ad libs to end]

"Whassup nigga? Whassup for the weekend nigga?"

[Kam]
The weekend?!
That shit ain't nothin but another two days
that niggaz act crazy on
Then it's gone, and everybody feel FUCKED UP THE ASS
cause they spent they last
on shit that they wouldn't get, no other days of the week
"Why is that?" Because they too damn cheap
Been keepin the act up, for forty-eight hours
They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz)
All of a sudden, everybody got so much heart
You know some shit gots to start
But believe you me, between now and then
a gang of motherfuckers lives gon' end
but yo, if they lucky they will know how to get away
Then they'll live to punk out another day
But am I wrong when I say that?
"Hell nah, cause the homies don't play that"

And y'all know, it's happenin "every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> [Slick Rick]

[Kam]
It's the same routine, every seven day period
The opposite sex, got us all doin weird shit
It's all about gettin credit, for bein that
hell of a nigga, and so you slang for the putang
Figure it out, cause see it's just for the skeezin
Ain't no other reason
And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off
and break some laws so they can take some drawers home
Or straight perpetrate, all cause they learned wrong
Wearin beepers, that ain't even turned on
A fake Rolex, tryin to look like a star
A phony phone antenna on a rent-a-car
Wait, it don't stop with the men though
I know the same amount of hoes tradin ass for the indo
Tryin your best, but you can not fool me
into thickin that you rich, with no costume jewelry on

But it's happenin, "every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> [Slick Rick]

[Kam]
Ten and two, fingertips on the steering wheel
Sittin on the phonebook, smellin like Clear-a-sil
A young boy's weekend on the Eastside
Caught the bus and came back with a G-ride
The little homies put the tank on E
So it's on one of y'all to rush another G
And now everybody knowin how he felt
Damn, here come one time, put on y'all seatbelt
Heart beatin so hard they shakin
If one-time pull us over nigga I'm breakin
cause they comin up fast in the rearview
So don't nobody'll look until the coast is clear too
They all on the ass like a tiger stalkin
Y'all put on the grin, and pretend we all talkin
and, if he don't sweat the rest is simple
Everybody hit his ass up out the window

And, you know we doin it, "every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> [Slick Rick]

[Kam]
Well this was strictly for the underground parties
who can relate, straight to all these events
The ones happenin, "every single weekend"
We all look alike, ain't nobody unique
when every little girl is a prostitute
And every nigga outside police gots to shoot
because here, if a nigga ain't rappin
then he must be affilaited, slangin or kidnappin
But he trapped in a stereotype of bullshit
a four-fifth, couldn't even save him from
And then you gave him a rope to hang with
Divide and conquer him with all this gang shit
So for the streets I'ma close like this:
Fuck y'all, all that can kiss my
skinny starvin po' short low-class
stressed out fraggedy ghetto ass

"Now what was I do.."
"every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> [Slick Rick]

"every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit happens"
"every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> [Slick Rick]
"every single weekend"
"everyday"
"every single weekend"
"everyday"
"every single weekend"
"everyday.. everyday.. everyday"

Too young! [4X]

[Verse One - Rap]
As time passes, I flow with the swiftness G
Showin you all that are with this
continous flavor, you all wanna savor
And those without no clout will have to pay for this
DOPENESS, you ask who wrote this
(??) and I do quote this
Rappers evaporate, flakes we eliminate
Create the great then I wait as I meditate
for those, who can't keep up with the dope rhyme
Huh, I waste no time
(??) they will come to return the life of some
So for now, I guess we're just too young

[Verse Two - Singing]
Go to school to listen to the teachers all day
to learn about the history of the U. S. of A.
I'd like to make a difference, starting today
but I'm not eighteen - Uncle Sam says, "No way!"
All them rules are dying in the, worst way
We're getting (??) working late
I wanna save the planet, before it's too late
But the E.P.A. won't listen to what I have to say
Grown folks are talking, but never wanna listen
My head is spinning as I try to get attention
They tell me don't worry, there's just nothing that I'm missing
When will they ever - as for my appearance, I'm too young
.. to make my own decisions, too young
.. to choose my own religion, I'm too young
.. to have my own opinion, too young
I'm too young

[Verse Three - Singing]
My daddy goes to work, almost ev-ery-day
He has to nine-to-five it so there's food on the plate
The boss is cutting corners and it shows on his face
And that's why, he'll reply - "You're too young son, go out and play"
The city's filled with people with no, place to stay
Kids are pushing drugs to find a, better way
Babies having babies, and throwing them away
all because their parents, couldn't give them the time of day
Grown folks are talking, but never wanna listen
My head is spinning as I try to get attention
They tell me don't worry, there's just nothing that I'm missing
When will they ever - as for my appearance, I'm too young
.. to make my own decisions, too young
.. to choose my own religion, I'm too young
.. to have my own opinion, too young
I'm too young

[Verse Four - Rap]
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Yo, I'm too young, to even try to get my point across
so why should I try, when I just feel
their eyes of deception, no need for correction
Just cause I'm underage there's no election
Chillll, I'm not with that program
My reading level's not "Sam I Am"
I am a pro, and my brain is objective
So here my son, take some notes corrective
Adults only, is what they told me
So for some, huh, I guess I'm just too young
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

[Verse Five - Singing]
All them rules are dying in the, worst way
We're getting (??) (??) working late
I wanna save the planet, before it's too late
But the E.P.A. won't listen to what I have to say
Grown folks are talking, but never wanna listen
My head is spinning as I try to get attention
They tell me don't worry, there's just nothing that I'm missing
When will they ever - as for my appearance, I'm too young
.. to make my own decisions, too young
.. to choose my own religion, I'm too young
.. to have my own opinion, too young
I'm too young

"It's not the way to do it!"
[gunshots]
"Shut up bitch!"
"Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"
"You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."
"This is serious business."
"Come by boy!"

[Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice]
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!

[Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.]

[Verse 2: Brother Marquis]
Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!

[Too $hort]
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

Nowwwwwwwwwwww I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin dollars so long
Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I made about crack
It's all about losin what you can't get back
Cause the name of the game is to control yo' life
and all the things you do you must do them right
It's not my life, it's on you baby
What's really goin on is that cash money
How you make it, it doesn't matter to me
Work at MacDonald's or just slang them ki's
or you can be like me and go straight legit
Drive a brand new Benz and they can't say shit

It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

Partners in your face, ain't even your friend
Probably have to blast him if you see him again
And if you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head
Seven days later you'll be buried and dead
I can't be like that, the only thing you fear
Homeboy you can't see it but you know it's there
It's called tomorrow, whatcha gonna do with that
cut school, sell a few dopefiends crack?
It's not a one-way street, it's more like a dead-end
So if you take it, you better turn back my friend
I know a lot of young brothers don't think things through
They really don't know what they wanna do
When you lag, you lose, you start payin your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in the pen

It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

I got my eighteens pumpin, ridin the five
People lookin at me like I stole the ride
Am I a gangster, player, makin them G's
cocaine dealer with the Z's and V's
Can't tell em nothin, so I say, "Whassup?"
They get mad, I don't give a fuck
I keep ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
Look at all my homeboys trippin
They'll knock you out, one punch like the champ
Goin to jail is like summer camp
We shake hands one day, kill each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since I have the chance, I'll say in the rhyme:
we have to stop the killin sometime (soon)

It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

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