[Verse 1]

Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out

Insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin' caine

Used to have to ask 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 (Wassup?)

He’ll roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?)

Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin'

A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'

And just when you think everything is calm

That motherfucker is the first to bomb

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 OG's

You fall to the ground and then bleed

Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed

12 years old, got bumps and can't pee

A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee

[Verse 2]

God damn, it's a trip

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

Now he's straight Crip, or Blood

Now ya sag, you use to flood

Now ya known as the Baby Droopy

Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?)

But I ain't surprised

It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size

You motherfuckin crook

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

Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y

Westside hustler fuck Atari

In the jail and it ain't no thang

Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh)

A underage boy that's smokin' Thai

And that's ya idea of junior high

All you want for Christmas is guns and triggers

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

Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*)

[Verse 3]

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 til 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 fuck

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

Got stuck, now you're bleedin'

Hospital ward has got you reading

Learn about the knowledge of self ya see

Got ya mad enough to go and stick the deputy

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

[Outro]

A fool, a lil' ass gee

Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes when they get you in that system