Young Locs Slow Down(Album Version|Explicit) - Warren G

Artist：warren g
Songs Title：young locs slow down
(feat. Butch Cassidy, W.C.)
Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down
Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down
Watching fools servin' found
Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
And getting b**ches with plenty riches
And if you bang homie, do that
But when your a** gets slapped with that 25, handle that
And all you see is the glamor and gold
Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold
Your destiny is in your hands, you got control
Wasting time with your life until your a** is old
Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp
Can't f**k with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just should let go
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't
These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft a**
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have
What's crackin' gangsta
Little woe G sake with a bang loose
Dickie sagging how should kicking it
Bangs with me, ni**a let me swang with you
Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya
I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering
A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop
Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt
Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
Loc, what up, sh*t I knew your brother
You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherf**ker
Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block
Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead
Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood sh*t is serious
For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper
And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, ni**a
Murder, murder, murder
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to live, trying to survive
Murder, murder, murder
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to live, trying to survive
Niggas done got the game twisted
Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
And just start division, fool listen
Life is like a grab shot
You can either hit the jackpot
Stack a not and get a calf shot
Live you life homie
Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked
And moms put a block on the phone
You's a hard motherf**ker, but now you all alone
All alone in the streets it was on
But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone
Your on your own
Until the youth, I spit to you
They call me G dub and I spit the truth