Sir Jinx - Lil Ass Gee lyrics

[Verse 1] Look at that lil' a** Westside doped out Insane-in-the-brain little n***a servin caine Use to have to axe 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 (Wa**up?) Don't roll that sh** (Wa**up?) and hold that sh** (Wa**up?) Now you know what f**in set he's claimin A wild little n***a and it ain't no tamin And just when you think everything is calm That motherf**er is the first to bum 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 s**ed by the, clucks And will he do dirt? Fool oh please Little locs are harder then the OGz You fall to the ground and beg please Just got served by little n***as on the 10-speed 12 years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight k**er, a fool, a lil' a** gee..... [Verse 2] God damn, it's a trick Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip Now he's straight Crip, or Blood Now ya sag, you use the blunt Now ya known as the favorite groupie Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wa**up?) But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherf**in crook You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y Westside hustler f**er-tory 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 lookin tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little n***a nuttier than a Snicker You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me A fool, a k**er, a lil' a** gee...... Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*) [Verse 3] See, I knew it wouldn't be long They got your a** 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 f** Rather stand in line or bust the a** of a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin' Hospital ward has got you reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see That ya mad enough to go and stick the d**h to these 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' a** gee..... A fool, a lil' a** gee Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies Who probably gon' see more, ahh, a**holes than p**yholes When they get you in that system