Lil Knucklehead (Album Version (Explicit))歌词
作词 : Allen, Brown, Dickerson ...
South Central's back in this mutha******a for the big Nine-Three
Dedicatin this to all you little young ******s
[VERSE 1: Prode'je]
Used to be my little homie from the hood when I came up
Chillin with the gee's, slinging ki's, tryin to clock bucks
Be a role-model when the locs wear the nine strapped
Didn't even think about the fact you were bum-rapped
Livin in the S-C 12 tryin to figure it out
Should I go to school, learn the rules, or should I drop out?
Maybe I was blind, in a way I was ignorant
Little knucklehead from my hood was still innocent
Coulda said, "Loc, what I'm doin ain't the way for you
You should go to school, get a job and you'll make it through"
But I didn't do it, I was flippin tryin to be the one
Rollin in a 6-4 plushed on them things with bumps
Used to kick you down everyday, cause I had it, loc
Let you hit the bud' now and then, it was like a joke
You were goin down, then your mother tried to talk to me
But I was playin dumb and said I didn't even know you, gee
6 months later after doin 2 in county blues
Saw you at the park, khaki'd down, hanging with the fools
Smokin E.T., talkin about some drive-by
Lil knucklehead from my hood on a hoo-ride
A little knucklehead ******
Just a knucklehead ****** from my hood, loc
Yeah a little ****** from my hood
Little ******s
Slow your roll, soldiers
Word up
[VERSE 2: Prode'je]
Now you're from the hood and you're running with the baby locs
Claimin rap-mob, slingin ******, and you're never broke
Got your own 9, and it's smokin every single night
Now I got the word from the streets, and it's nighty-night
Lil knucklehead from my hood on the downslide
Tryin to be the one, my ****** tryin to make it up high
Coulda told him this is nothing, coulda said him straight then
Now he's tryin to bang, and somebody's gonna smoke him
6 months later 13, and a menace now
Got a little juice as we chill with the pot crowd
Gettin ****** up off the E.T. and St. Ides
Tellin me that I'm the ****** that he used to idolize
Now you're like me ,little ******
Better keep your finger on the trigger
Or it's 6 feet, little ******
Cause on the slab it's a trip, and if you slip, you're a sleeper
But I'ma be my little brother's keeper
Put him in the spot, let him clock notch
Tryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge buckshots
But one day my ****** tripped
I caught him with a pipe in his mouth, and I flipped
Knucklehead ****** goin down in the hood, and it's bad for my business
So I had to just dismiss
Now he's back on the block
2 months later little loc got shot
2 in the dome by a fool that he jacked for a mutha****** quarter
I guess times got harder
My little knucklehead ******
Just a knucklehead ****** from my hood
What's up with all that ******t, ******?
Slow your roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From my hood
My little ******s from the hood
South Central's back in this mutha******a for the big Nine-Three
Dedicatin this to all you little young ******s
[VERSE 1: Prode'je]
Used to be my little homie from the hood when I came up
Chillin with the gee's, slinging ki's, tryin to clock bucks
Be a role-model when the locs wear the nine strapped
Didn't even think about the fact you were bum-rapped
Livin in the S-C 12 tryin to figure it out
Should I go to school, learn the rules, or should I drop out?
Maybe I was blind, in a way I was ignorant
Little knucklehead from my hood was still innocent
Coulda said, "Loc, what I'm doin ain't the way for you
You should go to school, get a job and you'll make it through"
But I didn't do it, I was flippin tryin to be the one
Rollin in a 6-4 plushed on them things with bumps
Used to kick you down everyday, cause I had it, loc
Let you hit the bud' now and then, it was like a joke
You were goin down, then your mother tried to talk to me
But I was playin dumb and said I didn't even know you, gee
6 months later after doin 2 in county blues
Saw you at the park, khaki'd down, hanging with the fools
Smokin E.T., talkin about some drive-by
Lil knucklehead from my hood on a hoo-ride
A little knucklehead ******
Just a knucklehead ****** from my hood, loc
Yeah a little ****** from my hood
Little ******s
Slow your roll, soldiers
Word up
[VERSE 2: Prode'je]
Now you're from the hood and you're running with the baby locs
Claimin rap-mob, slingin ******, and you're never broke
Got your own 9, and it's smokin every single night
Now I got the word from the streets, and it's nighty-night
Lil knucklehead from my hood on the downslide
Tryin to be the one, my ****** tryin to make it up high
Coulda told him this is nothing, coulda said him straight then
Now he's tryin to bang, and somebody's gonna smoke him
6 months later 13, and a menace now
Got a little juice as we chill with the pot crowd
Gettin ****** up off the E.T. and St. Ides
Tellin me that I'm the ****** that he used to idolize
Now you're like me ,little ******
Better keep your finger on the trigger
Or it's 6 feet, little ******
Cause on the slab it's a trip, and if you slip, you're a sleeper
But I'ma be my little brother's keeper
Put him in the spot, let him clock notch
Tryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge buckshots
But one day my ****** tripped
I caught him with a pipe in his mouth, and I flipped
Knucklehead ****** goin down in the hood, and it's bad for my business
So I had to just dismiss
Now he's back on the block
2 months later little loc got shot
2 in the dome by a fool that he jacked for a mutha****** quarter
I guess times got harder
My little knucklehead ******
Just a knucklehead ****** from my hood
What's up with all that ******t, ******?
Slow your roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From my hood
My little ******s from the hood
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