One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
verse 1
I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94
Shoot the courts out
And Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out
I had the illest jump shot
So he bet all his money on me
12 years old with the hunny's on me
Patrick Ewings on
I kept fresh kicks, take a nigga out his Jordan's
if the motherfuckers fit
They fit
So I'm back up the block
Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box
In front of the crack spot
Fiends fighting over crack rock
Dimes The size of golf balls, yeah them shits was that hot
He had them black Locs like MC Ren
And Debull came through in a hood with that coke white Benz
Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
Before these corny nigga's kept these stickers under they brims
It was a little nigga in Compton, 5'10"
He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
verse 2
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie
I used to do the hammer dance
Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants fucked up right?
That's when my pops had the weight
He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes
Got my ass whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside
In my window watching all the kids have fun outside
Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside
But I'mma get my ass whooped again if I run outside
Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year
This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair
I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care"
So I took off her training bra
That's when she got scared
She wanted me to be her boyfriend
So I was like, "Yeah"
I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head
"When I'm alone in my room"
I can't remember what he said
But I know Uncle Luke; bitch give me some head
It go
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
verse 3
Shit I'm grown now
Pops in jail, I'm on my own now
Got my first kilo
And my brick phone now
Two door cutless, sittin' on that chrome now
Headed to the county jail
Two T's commin' home now
Yeah hommie shit changed
Nigga's don't bang like they used to
And I can't dunk like I used to
Nigga's don't move fast enough when they hear the SuuWhoop!
And takin' fades is played out like Fubu
I got a tv in the dash watching Friday
21 no felon, tell 'em nigga's crime pay
Red rag in my pocket
Doin' it my way
Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways
4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my shit?
Got to beat me to the pump
Punk
I'm on my gangsta shit
Nigga with a attitude
On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit
Hook: x2
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side