It's a hot summer day in the year of 84' Fresh out of summer school headed for the store Watchin the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich Slangin the fat brown bags of the good shit Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store Broke as fuck kinda bummy with nappy hair But what can I say when a playa's on welfare Life is hard and I'm only 13 Always on a prowl, always on a scheme There wasn't nothin to do but have fun Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium Get the T.I., get the Guess shirts Get the fresh couch break for the turf Doin it boley never in fear Gettin they punk ass for about a year Until I got called, went to the hall Writin on the wall, waitin for a hair call Released to moms, what can I say Off to Sears, the very next day Now Sears is easier cuz it's in the area Walk to the back of the rack then carried the Shit back to the stolen car Drive and park by the house is not too far My gear was fat but still no money though Talked to my homey then got fronted so Stackin my shit, hustlin cash Gotta get out, gave him his half Hooked up with a friend oh we started boomin Then we go to some O's then I went solo Stackin my pay gettin it on Got myself a beeper and a cellular phone A donkey roll, a twenty-two Jumped on my bike, headed for school Locked up my shit, cuz the fools be gankin A young nigga pimpin that Benjamin Franklin So I walked the halls, wishin the Merrier Hooked up with a freak by the cafeteria Hair was long, pretty with butt I told the freak I was about to cut So call me at eight and don't be late When I left the school there was a big mistake So I jumped on my bike and headed for the set With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret For not stayin in school, for just doin my work Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk So I'm on the run and I better run fast Cuz if I don't they're gonna beat my ass Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave. Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh Jogged to the third floor runnin the dope spot A playa too quick a young brotha can't get caught Bitch want credit better go to the bank Then my homey walked in with the straight-laced dank Two young playas gettin high on the couch In a spot, at a dope fiend's house Two hours passed now it must be cool
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