| Lyrics: | Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!
[G.
Dep]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they
painted for me
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh,
yeah)
I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
Shak, shak, right in his back
I
might just crack while I'm writin this rap
From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the
sack
I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
I'm like, Seagal with the steel but |
