Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out

Insane in the brain, little nigga servin' Caine

Use to have to axe could he cross the street

Now he's rollin' in a Gee, the Gee is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded

Don't roll that *** and hold that ***

Now you know what ***in' set he's claimin'

A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin' And just when you think everything is calm

That mother***er is the first to bum

Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper

He'll draw down and then check his beeper He's clockin' them chicks and bucks

Gettin', his little dick sucked by the clucks

And will he do dirt? Fool, oh please

Little locs are harder then the OGz You fall to the ground and beg please

Just got served by little niggaz on the 10-speed

12 years old, got bumps they can't keep

A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass Gee Goddamn, it's a trick

Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip

Now he's straight crip, or blood

Now ya sag, you use the blunt Now ya known as the favorite groupie

Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy

But I ain't surprised

It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You mother***in' crook

You want respect 'cos you didn't get'cha manhood took

Drinkin' that 'yac like it's no tomorrow

Westside hustler ***er-tory In the jail and it ain't no thang

Can't wait till you get 22's on the hang

A underage boy that's lookin' tossed

And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers

Little nigga nuttier than a snicker

You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me

A fool, a killer, a lil' ass Gee See, I knew it wouldn't be long

They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong

In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin'

Sendin' more kites than Benjamin Franklin 20 years old but ya still a veteran

Won't touch down till we're livin' like The Jetsons

Proud of ya self, because ya done done it

Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach Never even think about a woman to ***

Rather stand in line or bust the ass of a young buck

Got stuck, now you're bleedin'

Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see

That ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these

See, it ain't about bein' hard

But that's whatcha tell the little homies in the yard Ya already done did 10

And wish you could start all over again

Brand new inmates and who do ya see

Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil' ass Gee A fool, a lil' ass Gee

Yo, this go out to the little hard head homies

Who probably gon' see more, ah, assholes than pussy holes

When they get you in that system