First Round Draft Pick (Explicit)

歌詞

cause ain't tellin' when it's on. Going, Going, Gone you better raise up cause ain't no telling when it's on. (straight soldier don't make me have to show ya.) Straight Soldier don't make me have to show ya. [Chorus x2] [Verse One:] Now I'm set, ready to peel a cap for a bas-relief still got P-funk knockin' out bustin' out teeth, with the show that's boss now who lost? Told you over and over that it would cost. Bringin' a crisis to those who wanna act tough, enough is enough got your ass on Q when I caught'cha bluff ain't no passes or freebee you don't wanna see me cause it's worser than hell straight from Long Beach. That Wayniac an Eastside nigga wit' an attitude quicker than quick to bust a cap in a punk fool. God damn it's only right from the hitman you wouldn't understand the way I think of my game plan. Therefore, a nigga like you better slow your roll, act like you know before I show. The real deal still kickin' the shit with the passion dangerous psycho-manic nigga when I'm blastin' think not. Come try me and it's on for life. Cause I'm causin' shattered dreams as I kill your kids and your wife nigga, so back off this soldier quick cause I'm still goin' muthafucka' the first round draft pick. [Chorus] [Verse Two:] God damn! Another murder on the Eastside six police cars plus an undercover G ride Yellow tape stretched out like the fuckin freeway talkin on the phone to this bitch on a three-way She done got the scoop on the shit as it went down it's a homicide youngsta' wounded plus a dead cop. Niggas gon be niggas comin' up it's a must G fuckin' wit' that bone and get that ass put to sleep see. Because of hard times got us all on the jack move be careful who you jack cuz this nigga straight servin' fools. Ain't nothin poppin' but some coochie and some popcorn who will be the next nigga that the Loc is gonna have to warn? It's a sad case then life is fucked up, set killin' set that's how the shit is summed up be careful where you goin' certain places that you ride cuz right about now it's gettin' crucial on the Eastside [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Waitin' for the roll call to begin ya' thought it would end but it's not still tearin'em limb from limb, gangsta stroll when I T-roll gotta put a hole unless I'm ready to unload and take a soul. Flashbacks on my younger days still got me fazed but like they say nothin' seems to amaze. Cuz you have to be a street wise nigga to peep the game, watch the aim cuz the bullet don't carry a name. And it might be the cops who take pop at a young black nigga gettin' his props, no doubt it. Cuz it's been done before so here's a quiz if you don't die you go to court your word against his. Fucked up but that's the justice and the peace the matter's in my hands I know how to make it cease. Grab my reasons and keep'em quiet, cuz I know damn well that they don't wanna see another riot. Uncontrollable when I get it goin' you push the button of a nigga that keeps it flowin, daily. Can't stop, won't stop, and I won't quit, signing off muthafuckas from the first round draft pick. [Chorus x3]