[Verse 1: Irv Da PHENOM!]
Its Friday night again
Im rollin' with my niggas
Smoking Blunts and sippin' liquor on the way down
Parallel Avenue with a bad attitude from livin' in that jungle Cocaine town
Finna pull up to the snack pack right quick
If you ain't notice where the bullshit quite thick
Looking for trouble, hoping to catch a scuffle
Or maybe to pull a number from a bad light skinned bitch

[Hook: ?]
Then that's when we hear them sounds again
Everybody hit the ground again
We don't run, we just watch
We make sure our partner not shot
Then we back in traffic, Dumb Ass Kids
Its warmin' up outside
Can you handle the heat, feel like a hundred degrees
Windows in our ride, roll down
Hear the sound of the killas in these streets like

[Hook: Irv Da PHENOM!] (2x)
Boy you better watch it and be careful where you roll
Even though these streets on fire, niggas hearts still cold

[Verse 2]
The homie tell me, he got problems with this cat
(You gon let him punk you like that?)
You better fight that nigga
Tell him to hit you up at the high school
And we gonna be right behind you
And make sure its fair and square
Square up and then handle your business
We pulled up, they pulled up, the odds is 4 to 1
The homies squared up but where did these extra punches come from
Realized we was getting jumped and then jumped into action
We some rowdy little niggas so one of us always packin'
Except the homie that was packin' tonight just got knocked
And the heater that he kept by his side just got dropped
Then somebody in the crowd seen the pistol on the ground
Full of rounds, picked it up and then pop!

[Hook]
And thats when we hear them sounds again
Everybody hit the ground again
Is that our gun, he just popped
We make sure our partner not shot
Then we back in traffic, Dumb Ass Kids
It's warmin' up outside
Can you handle the heat, feel like a hundred degrees
Windows in our ride, roll down
Hear the sound of the killas in these streets like

[Hook](2x)

[Outro]
Young brotha
Go get you a summer time job

Go back to school

With some bread
Ain't shit out here in the streets
But Dumb Ass Kids, and thats just what we was, Dumb Ass Kids
I dont tell you this to think its cool
Cause its not cool at all
Luckily, most of the homies are still here
I said most, Im blessed, I tell you the story to tell you Im blessed
Ooh you tough, you cool, you are the shit huh?
Yeah they can't wait to put your cool black ass up under that jail nigga
Or up in that Coffin
But shit I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know, you know
You know just like we knew
Just like we didn't listen cause we were stupid
Old dumb ass kids, runnin' wild in the street
Shit ain't cool nigga, shit is not cool