Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja Im a come down bunch of money boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times
could go back in time and do things different I probably wouldn't do anything different I learned a lot, seen a lot, that's why these streets mean a lot
brought up) in a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood) where you learn more in the streets,(where you dont fuck around homes) than you learn in school, Verse 2
, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Boom boom, blowin up, blowin up is the outcome [Chorus 2
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, Catholics
sec I'm finna be busting like Boom boom [repeat] [2nd verse] Ninety-three She invited me To a party in l.a. So popular She introduced me to 2pac the
game, finna spit it to 'em hard Get your dame, put 'em on the boulevard Now I got 'em in training with my bottom bitch She can learn a lot a shit Like
and e-40 Already know You already know Already know You already know Already know You already know Already know I'ma speak my mind you speak yours Uh huh, uh huh (2
flaw Come in pairs like 2 socks Me and you against the world like 2Pac And I hope you got your crew locked Can we puff to 2 glocks Why you actin' like
m just Too Young (Back It Up, Back It Up) Too Young (Back It Up, Back It Up) Too Young, Hey (Back It Up, Back It Up) She keep on tellin me--(2X'S)
, Take a breath, suck it in, I got more to tell, And time's of no consequence when you're in hell.a?? Verse 2 a?? Suffa I had a lot a questions; I asked
victim is a goner But it's more than life and I don't blame you Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do There's a lot of niggas
with her I keep listening for footsteps But I ain't never hearing any From the boat, I fish for bullheads I catch a lot sometimes too many A summer
chain - none of yall live You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did! [Grafh] 'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama laken 2 minutes
was the hope I would never fall too hard One was a breath under water Two was a crash and burn Three was a ghost of the lover Four was a lot to learn
2nd show I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money
things in coats, making out getaway Back round Charlie's house to see just what we'd got In school Monday morning we'd just flog the lot Blame the teachers
it hard to love your neighbor as you love yourself Now tell me why cant you accept me as I am' Just the way I am now Verse 2: Where Bigga grew