[Intro]
"I don't know WHAT'S WRONG with these children today."
"Nothin that a good a**-kickin wouldn't help!"
[Verse 1: Shorty]
Lord have mercy, the devil he cursed me
I heard you had the cup of life, and I'm thirsty
My n***as keep fightin for a street, the white man own
So many died, before they got full grown
Plus I got an ingrown toenail
I sit back in the window, and watch all the hoes sell
A lot of a** for a blast (that's right)
Plus my litlte sister is gettin fast
Usin mo' n***as for financial aid (what?)
They pickin her up from the 10th grade
In a Jeep they try to creep
Takin her a** to Lover's Leap
I admit I'm a sinner (yeah?)
Did what I had to do, just to get dinner
But I was told you was the first G (no sh**)
L.A. is a war zone Lord, so could you have mercy
"You know who the fu*k Jesus is.."
[Verse 2: Shorty]
I admit, I don't call too often (I know)
I wonder why I don't live in a coffin
Cause I know, a lot of my homeboys pray
But when it was time, they still got sprayed
The gra** is greener, in my neighbor's yard
He's white, so his house is barred up
By the windows and the doors
But my moms gotta clean his fu*kIN floors
They won't let us in (that's right)
Even if we learn to act just like them (word?)
But if you don't learn you flunk
On a road to sleep, forever on a jail bunk (all day)
But I ain't no punk, and I won't get punked
By the system, so I gotta diss 'em
I was told you was the first G
Somethin ain't right Lord, so could you have mercy
"You know who the fu*k Jesus is.."
[Verse 3: Shorty]
I'm dead, so bury me alive (six feet)
Under all this bullsh** and jive
Cause I know when you made South Central
sh**ty - it wasn't done intentional
Cause I looked back before the crack
Before the macks, in motherf**in Cadillacs
It was the same old thing
But nowadays, n***as mo' brainwashed
And I can tell everytime I see
L.A. Compton to Long Beach gangs talk
I wish when my pops got the erection
He woulda used protection
And I wouldn't be a squirrel tryin to get a nut
And I want the nut, just to get some bu*t
It's like the battle of the s**es
My head spins around like I needed a exorcist
But if you blew up the world today it wouldn't matter
(Nope) just send down a ladder
To the people who had it the worst G
I'm askin you Lord, please have mercy