ollie ollie oxen free!
like one
two
three
red light
green light
one
two
three
yo i pop six boxes
play some scalezes
pitch the ball i'ma smack that shit
yeah
ohhhhhh
going. going
yeah yeah what up son?
yo i got this twenty two nigga play me like. nah
i ain't got no bullets
yeah yeah yeah yeah
top two for five
three for five
we rollin!
now i'm in too deep
only sixteen already hold a name in the street
makin the fifth scream
rockin older niggas to sleep
make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
now the squad's getting recognized
supplyin connects with pies
pumpin pounds of weight
nigga like exercise
joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
long before charlie got knocked
until madonna died
young and not givin a fuck
there ain't a nigga i ain't hit when i buck and left 'em shit outta luck
i'ma gangsta like my daddy was
hittin number spots
sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
still i use to peak from the door
couldn't believe what i saw
stacks of money on the bed and the floor
it wasn't long til i did what he did
i was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
i went from grams into o's
pounds to bricks
on the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
i'ma gangsta by destiny
og's selected me
i earned my spot
my whole team elected me
gangsta
gangsta
i wanna be a gangsta
my daddy was a gangsta
gangsta
gangsta
i wanna be a gangsta
my daddy was a gangsta
yeah
unh
yo
unh
here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
but 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
she started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father
mom knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch didn't bother
you couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
she was a rider from jump
her pop's died in the hands of a chump
now she's mad at the world
no more daddy's little girl
now she's rockin bandanas
no more shirley temple girl
now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in alabama
packin twin hammers
screamin life doesn't matter"