The hustlers on the corner were my role models.
Never trust nobody, your moms will set your ass up.
Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.
The lesson from the smith and wesson is depressin'.
Going shopping all the time. Just making money, and competing with the niggas in other neighborhoods. And the whole competition with the girls - who had the prettiest girlfriend - and going partying. It was just on. It was fun!
Play the charts like the Beatles.