1st Verse
My pops had 2000 pcs of vinyl
we ain't have furniture
but kats was allright though
I had ideas - head shaped like a light bulb
be careful lil' ross
you know your a** ain't got blue cross
cut on the corner of longview & newport off chalmers
a block down from chelsea where fiends go like the carter
ain't no hoops in the hood so kats started crate ballin
with them little cedar point joints immulating jordan
i was all about them dope man nikes and hightop fades
designs in the back - killa guns & grenades
somewhere along the line innocence dies and bullets stray
plenty - up until then you was pretend dead bang bang
count to 60 - feels like the citys out to get me
like my man melle mel the message don't push me
kats are hard up - they mugged me for cornbread & cookies
at the penny candy store - took 3 of you hoes to whoop me
Chorus
Play another slow song - living in a ghetto fantasy - yeah
Trying to make a happy ending - living the wild life
2nd Verse
It's deep - how deep? deeper than atlantis
deeper than the sea floor - we're b**pin x-clan s***
riding in my dog dave's amc wagon
drinking maddog smoking billys to the a** end
Coneyak - A ghost town right off the thumb
See where I'm coming from
You see the hood-rats.....you see the hoodlums
Ripped mugs - slanging drugs - you see that house there?
That's where they cook 'em - next to the junior high
Backpacks carry more than school supplies
You could get a dime add a 5 - get ya 2 for 15
An escape or a dream - even mama's little angel
Got no halo - she's influenced by the radio & tv screen
See these n***** don't read so these n***** don't learn
They make their environment violent - no wonder n***** killed herb
No wonder blacks can't break them chains -
No wonder rap ain't changed - it's wild
Chorus
Same
3rd Verse
So many standards - So much disapproval
But that's majority rule - as always life as usual
A constant dress code - like neat, creased and tucked dress clothes
d*** your taste - just follow suit
In this movie of life - good guys wear white - bad guys are black
I'm stereotype-casted as a thug on the corner with crack
Or maybe eyeing your car contemplating a jack
Regardless - my intentions took for worse
Women sidestep me on the street clenching they purse
I mean no harm - but I'm guilty by persuasion
Why else would they want my ethnic background on applications
I tried tracing my roots and found Nathan
I guess I'm just a n***** right? But that depends on who's saying it right?
These days I catch it from blacks more often than whites - it's wild
Chorus
Same
My pops had 2000 pcs of vinyl
we ain't have furniture
but kats was allright though
I had ideas - head shaped like a light bulb
be careful lil' ross
you know your a** ain't got blue cross
cut on the corner of longview & newport off chalmers
a block down from chelsea where fiends go like the carter
ain't no hoops in the hood so kats started crate ballin
with them little cedar point joints immulating jordan
i was all about them dope man nikes and hightop fades
designs in the back - killa guns & grenades
somewhere along the line innocence dies and bullets stray
plenty - up until then you was pretend dead bang bang
count to 60 - feels like the citys out to get me
like my man melle mel the message don't push me
kats are hard up - they mugged me for cornbread & cookies
at the penny candy store - took 3 of you hoes to whoop me
Chorus
Play another slow song - living in a ghetto fantasy - yeah
Trying to make a happy ending - living the wild life
2nd Verse
It's deep - how deep? deeper than atlantis
deeper than the sea floor - we're b**pin x-clan s***
riding in my dog dave's amc wagon
drinking maddog smoking billys to the a** end
Coneyak - A ghost town right off the thumb
See where I'm coming from
You see the hood-rats.....you see the hoodlums
Ripped mugs - slanging drugs - you see that house there?
That's where they cook 'em - next to the junior high
Backpacks carry more than school supplies
You could get a dime add a 5 - get ya 2 for 15
An escape or a dream - even mama's little angel
Got no halo - she's influenced by the radio & tv screen
See these n***** don't read so these n***** don't learn
They make their environment violent - no wonder n***** killed herb
No wonder blacks can't break them chains -
No wonder rap ain't changed - it's wild
Chorus
Same
3rd Verse
So many standards - So much disapproval
But that's majority rule - as always life as usual
A constant dress code - like neat, creased and tucked dress clothes
d*** your taste - just follow suit
In this movie of life - good guys wear white - bad guys are black
I'm stereotype-casted as a thug on the corner with crack
Or maybe eyeing your car contemplating a jack
Regardless - my intentions took for worse
Women sidestep me on the street clenching they purse
I mean no harm - but I'm guilty by persuasion
Why else would they want my ethnic background on applications
I tried tracing my roots and found Nathan
I guess I'm just a n***** right? But that depends on who's saying it right?
These days I catch it from blacks more often than whites - it's wild
Chorus
Same