Verse 1
"ballin outta control, livin wit mom and pops
they pay for studio time and features so my album could drop
i bailed droop outta jail, so he did a song wit me
even though he wont admit he knows me to anyone on the street, him and Kee
Dont be hatin on this pimpin, or else shit will get drastic....
get ya ass kicked....nigga my album just went triple plastic
Crack me a 40 of Sharps and call me up some whores
im a gangsta like pac...picture me rollin my skateboard
the pigs be on my ass, up in B-game it aint coo
cause the streets is deep and im out past curfew
sniffin glue all day, break down some crack and sniff lines
stayin high off that shit they sell in the back of High Times
you get checked in my set if you actin like a bitch...
*thugs throw up yo set* "this ambercrombie and Fitch"
I'm all about my hood....ya'll like how my album sounded?
I'm drop another soon as I get off being grounded
I mean house arrest.... cause you know Im on parole...
i killed my first cop when i was 9 years old
Yeah im an OG fo real...i ride wit a super soaker AK
3rd Generation gangsta...my grandparents bang in Killbrae
you betta believe thats its real, I aint tellin no tale
got the spot sewed up from El Camino to Trousdale"
We bang Netridaz, West coast of the World Wide Web is what we claimin
Im a Thug Soldier Since birth, its So real, Feel what Im sayin
Cripped Up PC Walkin through ya desktop and files
the only gangsta in the hood that mug with a smile
Verse 2
"fuck some dickies and chuck T's,
my niggas sport keyboards and flatscreens
my ISP be AOL
i love the sound of "you got mail"
always on the computer, never leave home
both wrists got carpal tunnel syndrome
im online actin like Im in ya face
My IP address you could never trace,
an OG killa known to act a fool,
even though Im really postin from a middle school"
"Thug Soldier since birth" Kobe Soz