[Hook:]
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... [x2]
[Verse 1]
Yo...
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 Hughings 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 hommies 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 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...
[Hook:]
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... [x2]
[Verse 2]
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie hommie
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 a train and blow off
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...
[Hook:]
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... [x2]
[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 *WOO WOOP*
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 cutless 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:]
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... [x2]
[Outro Talking]
Hey low, I'm a take these nigga's back man...
Back to the number 4 Jordan's nigga them shits were sway...
Remember those motherfuckas?
We had the number 4 Jordan's man... When the new shits got old, we couldn't afford the new ones man, so we want to motherfuckin' pay-less and got that black shoe polish
Put so much shoe polish on those motherfucka's tryin' to keep them shiny black
That those motherfucka's turned leather! (haha)
Or like when the motherfuckin' ice cream nigga came through...
I remember the nigga's name it was Hector man...
And he would come through in the ice cream truck
And got all the motherfuckin stickers on the ice cream truck
Like he just ballin' crazy out the game...
This nigga got stickers of motherfuckin' ice cream sandwiches
Strawberry short cakes
UFOs
Motherfuckin' big sticks
Then you ask this nigga do he got any of them motherfucka's he talkin' about...
All he got is Now & Laters
What the fuck you in an ice cream truck for then Hector?
Get the fuck out of here man. sshh...
Look at these niggas now man...
All these funny clothes and jackets
And all fuckin' little...
This lookin' fuckin' crazy man...
I'mma keep it gangsta on these nigga's low...
Nigga's can't fuck with me man
I'm a on that motherfuckin' 1990
Straight Outta Compton
Express Yourself, Eazy E, Jerry Curl drippin'...
MC Ren, black loc straight out the swab meat...
Dr. Dre black Khaki's black tee shirt...
Motherfuckin' gold rope around my neck
DJ Yella Raider motherfuckin' hat to the back
Ice Cube suck my motherfuckin' dick shit...
Bitches
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... [x2]
[Verse 1]
Yo...
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 Hughings 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 hommies 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 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...
[Hook:]
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... [x2]
[Verse 2]
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie hommie
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 a train and blow off
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...
[Hook:]
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... [x2]
[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 *WOO WOOP*
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 cutless 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:]
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... [x2]
[Outro Talking]
Hey low, I'm a take these nigga's back man...
Back to the number 4 Jordan's nigga them shits were sway...
Remember those motherfuckas?
We had the number 4 Jordan's man... When the new shits got old, we couldn't afford the new ones man, so we want to motherfuckin' pay-less and got that black shoe polish
Put so much shoe polish on those motherfucka's tryin' to keep them shiny black
That those motherfucka's turned leather! (haha)
Or like when the motherfuckin' ice cream nigga came through...
I remember the nigga's name it was Hector man...
And he would come through in the ice cream truck
And got all the motherfuckin stickers on the ice cream truck
Like he just ballin' crazy out the game...
This nigga got stickers of motherfuckin' ice cream sandwiches
Strawberry short cakes
UFOs
Motherfuckin' big sticks
Then you ask this nigga do he got any of them motherfucka's he talkin' about...
All he got is Now & Laters
What the fuck you in an ice cream truck for then Hector?
Get the fuck out of here man. sshh...
Look at these niggas now man...
All these funny clothes and jackets
And all fuckin' little...
This lookin' fuckin' crazy man...
I'mma keep it gangsta on these nigga's low...
Nigga's can't fuck with me man
I'm a on that motherfuckin' 1990
Straight Outta Compton
Express Yourself, Eazy E, Jerry Curl drippin'...
MC Ren, black loc straight out the swab meat...
Dr. Dre black Khaki's black tee shirt...
Motherfuckin' gold rope around my neck
DJ Yella Raider motherfuckin' hat to the back
Ice Cube suck my motherfuckin' dick shit...
Bitches
