If you'd put down your drink
Maybe you could think
and get your hands up off of me
If you'd pinch out your blunt
stop acting like a c**t
I can't stand what you're putting on, this front
Movin' your lips bout tricks and hoes
and your ice, kicks, and clothes
I don't hear a thing cuz my ears are closed
You say you know the hood life
sellin bricks and this, well you're trife--
--lin, carrying around your rubber knife,
but no rubbers
Your pants hang off your a*s
and you skip class... just cuz you can
Do you skip it cuz you have none?
Rockin' your new stolen gear
Filling everyone with fake fear
Even though Daddy makes 250k a year
Pumpin up the bass real loud
gettin higher than a cloud
Oh lord I just don't understand how
No condom cuz it's cool
and you want to rule
the bedroom, well in 9 months
won't you look like a fool?
In the park, you're muggin
and me, you're buggin
with your suburban thuggin'