Текст песни South Central Cartel - Lil Knucklehead
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[ Prode`je ]South Central`s back in this muthafucka for the big Nine-ThreeDedicatin this to all you little young niggas[ VERSE 1: Prode`je ]Used to be my little homie from the hood when I came upChillin with the gee`s, slinging ki`s, tryin to clock bucksBe a role-model when the locs wear the nine strappedDidn`t even think about the fact you were bum-rappedLivin in the S-C 12 tryin to figure it outShould I go to school, learn the rules, or should I drop out?Maybe I was blind, in a way I was ignorantLittle knucklehead from my hood was still innocentCoulda said, "Loc, what I`m doin ain`t the way for youYou should go to school, get a job and you`ll make it through"But I didn`t do it, I was flippin tryin to be the oneRollin in a 6-4 plushed on them things with bumpsUsed to kick you down everyday, cause I had it, locLet you hit the bud` now and then, it was like a jokeYou were goin down, then your mother tried to talk to meBut I was playin dumb and said I didn`t even know you, gee6 months later after doin 2 in county bluesSaw you at the park, khaki`d down, hanging with the foolsSmokin E.T., talkin about some drive-byLil knucklehead from my hood on a hoo-rideA little knucklehead niggaJust a knucklehead nigga from my hood, locYeah a little nigga from my hoodLittle niggasSlow your roll, soldiersWord up[ VERSE 2: Prode`je ]Now you`re from the hood and you`re running with the baby locsClaimin rap-mob, slingin dope, and you`re never brokeGot your own 9, and it`s smokin every single nightNow I got the word from the streets, and it`s nighty-nightLil knucklehead from my hood on the downslideTryin to be the one, my nigga tryin to make it up highCoulda told him this is nothing, coulda said him straight thenNow he`s tryin to bang, and somebody`s gonna smoke him6 months later 13, and a menace nowGot a little juice as we chill with the pot crowdGettin fucked up off the E.T. and St. IdesTellin me that I`m the nigga that he used to idolizeNow you`re like me ,little niggaBetter keep your finger on the triggerOr it`s 6 feet, little niggaCause on the slab it`s a trip, and if you slip, you`re a sleeperBut I`ma be my little brother`s keeperPut him in the spot, let him clock notchTryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge buckshotsBut one day my nigga trippedI caught him with a pipe in his mouth, and I flippedKnucklehead nigga goin down in the hood, and it`s bad for my businessSo I had to just dismissNow he`s back on the block2 months later little loc got shot2 in the dome by a fool that he jacked for a muthafuckin quarterI guess times got harderMy little knucklehead niggaJust a knucklehead nigga from my hoodWhat`s up with all that shit, nigga?Slow your rollYeah, yeah, yeah>From my hoodMy little niggas from the hood