I'ma take this opportunity to explain why would a kid in 89 want a slingshot can?
Kilos of crack, stacks, spent 20s and 10s, and at the age of 11 on a brand new fence
But I don't blame it on the kids, man, the system is wack
There's more money on the streets than G to flipping over Big Macs
But if you're still confused, you'll just groove to the music
Cause I'ma show you how to do it
Do it, that's why
Call up the press, the newscast Cause I'm about to serve a dope message segment
Yet I need to be heard Why would a young one coming up want a sling
in the streets Instead of planning for an educated college
degree? Here's an answer
Who's a role model in a ghetto? Why these young ones are living in slums like
bums They ain't got a role model
So they look up to the brothers on datings While daddy drive a station wagon
Slackin', lackin', held in the backin' Mamas broke a cell, so they start sellin'
crackin' Clockin' more Gs than a Jackson 5
See to them slingin' drugs is a way to survive Go get a job, minimum wage, nope, don't even
bother Slavin' like a sucker for $3.85 an hour
Nope, I ain't ready, y'all can take that back jack
And stuff it down your mouth like a garbage can compact
Just say no, man, these children are laughin' slingin' dope
Yo, this low is a joke People keep speakin' pun drugs
But they never coincide when they never slung dope in their life
I can't even speak upon a subject and wish they lacked knowledge
You say you tryin' to stop drugs, it's all a bunch of garbage
But if you're still confused, you're just cool to the music
Cause I'ma show you what it do
Now if you're still havin' trouble tryin' to find a reason can't slang dope
And still the fat gold rope, let's take a look at this materialistic system
Bro, specifically designed to keep minorities broke
You know the news got me laughin' every day, they comin' up with somethin' new
Curfews and task force crews, but who's to blame?
Because they never ever seem to work It just seem the more people get jerked and
hurt I can't encourage you for the problem and
wish they started Ayo, you must be retarded
But if you're still confused, you're just cool to the music
And dub'll show you what it do
No more lollygaggin', waste of time, let's get to the facts
You ask what could spark a kid and a slangin' that crack
And think about it, do a kid comin' up on us or roundin' the cash
And can't, he's more of a force to slam His homies used to do it and his brothers
do it too So we gotta do it
Or else he ain't cool Suckas try to knock him, but they never succeed
So much money in his pocket, pants down to his knee
Always blamin' on the parents, the first thing we do in 89
Y'all a kid's gonna do what he wanna do But what do you expect when a brother lack
role models? All he know is women, cash, and the weight
bottles Most people make it to the top, man, and never
come back Speak to the kid, say, yo, this is whack
Too busy havin' fun in the next man's game They think they made it, but they got a shackle
still on their brain People tryna play me like a booty-neck sucker
The system slang, but see, they do it undercover You want the truth? Well, here, I just threw it
Peace, that's why they do it
They, they, they, they, they do it
That's why
They do it