Ice Cube

Ice Cube - Lil Ass Gee lyrics

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insane in the brain little nigga 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 (Wassup?)
 Don't roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?)
 Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin
 A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin
 And just when you think everything is calm
 that motherfucker 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 sucked 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 niggas on the 10-speed
 12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
 A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee.....

 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 (Wassup?)
 But I ain't surprised
 It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
 You motherfuckin crook
 You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took
 Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y
 Westside hustler fucker-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 nigga nuttier than a Snicker
 You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me
 A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee......

 Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*)

 See, I knew it wouldn't be long
 They got your ass 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 fuck
 Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck
 Got stuck, now you're bleedin
 Hospital ward, is got your reading
 Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
 that ya mad enough to go and stick the death 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 ass gee.....

 A fool, a lil ass gee
 Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
 who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes
 when they get you in that system
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: Lethal Injection (1993)

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