lirik lagu ice cube - lil ass gee (eerie gumbo remix)
f/ n.o. joe johnson
[lil -ss gee]
h-ll naw n-gg- f-ck this
n-gg- let me up out of here!
n-gg- y’all can’t take me to jail anyway
i don’t even know why y’all got me gaffled
look, f-ck that, when my big homies find out about this sh-t
y’all gon’ be workin in alaska, so dress warm motherf-cker
[ice cube]
hahahaha, yeah
“this type of sh-t it happens ev-ery-day” -> slick rick (2x)
[ice cube]
look at that lil’ -ss westside loc’ed out
insane-in-the-brain little n-gg- servin ‘caine
use to have to ask could he cross the street
now he’s rollin in a g, the g is on e
he’s quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (w-ssup?)
he’ll roll that sh-t (w-ssup?) and hold that sh-t (w-ssup?)
now you know what f-ckin set he’s claimin
a wild little n-gg- and it ain’t no tamin
and just when you think everything is calm
that motherf-cker is the first to bomb (like the)
bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
he’ll draw down, and then check his beeper (fool)
he’s clockin them chips and bucks
gettin, his little d-ck sucked by the, clucks (yeah)
and will he do dirt? fool oh please
little loc’s are harder then the o.g.’s (that’s right)
you fall to the ground and then bleed
just got served by little n-gg-z on a 10-speed
twelve years old, got b-mps they can’t keep
a straight killer, a fool, a lil’ -ss gee
(a lil’ -ss gee) (a lil’ -ss gee)
[lil -ss gee]
hey, you little n-gg-z need to get up out the spot man
what, what n-gg- you think i’m a lil’ punk or somethin?
what you trippin for man?
n-gg- f-ck yo’ life! {-blam blam, blam-}
chorus: n.o. joe johnson
when you run for yo’ gun, just to save yo’ life
it’s just a .. little -ss gee
when you hatin on these fools on these motherf-ckin streets
i’m just a .. little -ss gee
when i step up on yo’ -ss with the shank
n-gg-z know it’s just a .. little -ss gee
just a young motherf-ckin tryin to clock my grip
i’m just a .. little -ss gee
[ice cube]
god d-mn, it’s a trip
use to have the g.i. joe, with the kung-fu grip (yep)
now it’s straight crip, or blood
now ya sag, you used the flood (mark)
now you’re known as the baby droopy (yeah)
goin to camp, and it ain’t camp snoopy (w-ssup?)
but i ain’t surprised
it’s 12 months later, yea, i see you got a little size
you motherf-ckin crook
you want respect cause you didn’t get’cha manhood took
drinkin that ‘gac like it’s no tomorr-y
westside hustler, f-ck atari
been to jail, and it ain’t no thang
can’t wait til you get 22’s on the hang (n-gg- look)
a underage boy that’s smokin tye
and that’s your idea of junior high
all you want for christmas is guns and triggers
little n-gg- nuttier than a snickers
you don’t wanna be like mike, you wanna be like me
a fool, a killer, a lil’ -ss gee
(a lil’ -ss gee) (a lil’ -ss gee)
“crazy motherf-cker from around the way” -> cube (n.w.a.)
chorus
[sampled interlude]
we have people, that have been conditioned
not to expect to live, beyond the age of 30
they no longer care
once they no longer care, they’re extremely dangerous
“i’m not afraid of bein shot
cause that’s the environment i grew up in”
[ice cube]
see, i knew it wouldn’t be long (tell ’em)
they got yo’ -ss stretched like stretch armstrong
in the one-man cell, it got’cha thinkin
sendin more kites than benjamin franklin
twenty years old but ya still a veteran
won’t touch down til we’re livin like the jetsons
proud of yourself, because ya done done it
gotcha 22’s and your name on your stomach
never even think about a woman to f-ck
rather stand in line to bust the -ss of a young buck
(who’s next?) got stuck, now you’re bleedin
hospital ward, is got your 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 (that’s right)
but that’s whatcha tell the little homies on the yard
ya already done did ten
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’ -ss gee
(a lil’ -ss gee) (a lil’ -ss gee)
a fool, a lil’ -ss gee
yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
who probably gon’ see more uhh, -sshole.. than p-ssyhole
when they get you in that system, and i ain’t trippin
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