Lyrics:

Look At That Lil'' Ass Westside Doped Out **lf**insane In The Brain Little Nigga Servin Caine **lf**use To Have To Axe Could He Cross The Street **lf**now He''s Rollin In A Gee The Gee Is On E **lf**he''s Quick To Hit You Up With The Two Fingers Spreaded (Wassup) **lf**don''t Roll That Shit (Wassup) And Hold That Shit (Wassup) **lf**now You Know What Fuckin Set He''s Claimin **lf**a Wild Little Nigga And It Ain''t No Tamin **lf**and Just When You Think Everything Is Calm **lf**that Motherfucker Is The First To Bum **lf**like Bang, Ping, Catch You With The Sleeper **lf**he''ll Draw Down And Then Check His Beeper **lf**he''s Clockin Them Chicks And Bucks **lf**gettin, His Little Dick Sucked By The, Clucks **lf**and Will He Do Dirt Fool Oh Please **lf**little Locs Are Harder Then The Ogz **lf**you Fall To The Ground And Beg Please **lf**just Got Served By Little Niggas On The 10-Speed **lf**12 Years Old, Got Bumps They Can''t Keep **lf**a Straight Killer, A Fool, A Lil Ass Gee..... **lf****lf**god Damn, It''s A Trick **lf**use To Have The G.i.joe With The Kung-Fu Grip **lf**now He''s Straight Crip, Or Blood **lf**now Ya Sag, You Use The Blunt **lf**now Ya Known As The Favorite Groupie **lf**goin To Camp And It Ain''t Camp Snoopy (Wassup) **lf**but I Ain''t Surprised **lf**it''s 12 Months Later, Year, I See You Got A Little Size **lf**you Motherfuckin Crook **lf**you Want Respect Cos You Didn''t Get''cha Manhood Took **lf**drinkin That ''yac Like It''s No Tomorr-Y **lf**westside Hustler Fucker-Tory **lf**in The Jail And It Ain''t No Thang **lf**can''t Wait Til You Get 22''s On The Hang (Uhh) **lf**a Underage Boy That''s Lookin Tossed **lf**and That''s Ya Idea Of Who You Hide **lf**all You Want For Christmas Is Guns And Drinkers **lf**little Nigga Nuttier Than A Snicker **lf**you Don''t Wanna Be Like Mike, You Wanna Be Like Me **lf**a Fool, A Killer, A Lil Ass Gee...... **lf****lf**interlude (Two Sampled Guys Talking) **lf****lf**see, I Knew It Wouldn''t Be Long **lf**they Got Your Ass Stretched Like Stretch Armstrong **lf**in The One-Man Cell, It Got''cha Thinkin **lf**sendin More Kites Than Benjamin Franklin **lf**20 Years Old But Ya Still A Veteran **lf**won''t Touch Down Til We''re Livin Like The Jetsons **lf**proud Of Ya Self, Because Ya Done Done It **lf**gotcha 22''s And Your Name On Your Stomach **lf**never Even Think About A Woman To Fuck **lf**rather Stand In Lin Eor Bust The Ass Of A Young Buck **lf**got Stuck, Now You''re Bleedin **lf**hospital Ward, Is Got Your Reading **lf**learn About The Knowledge Of Self Ya See **lf**that Ya Mad Enough To Go And Stick The Death To These **lf**see, It Ain''t About Bein Hard **lf**but That''s Whatcha Tell The Little Homies In The Yard **lf**ya Already Done Did 10 **lf**and Wish You Could Start All Over Again **lf**brand New Inmates And Who Do Ya See **lf**your Baby Brother In Shackles, A Fool, A Lil Ass Gee..... **lf****lf**a Fool, A Lil Ass Gee **lf**yo This Go Out To The Little Hardhead Homies **lf**who Probably Gon'' See More, Ahh, Assholes Than Pussyholes **lf**when They Get You In That System