[ VERSE 1 ]
Well I'm back once more, tougher than before
All fake rappers I will ignore
Because my mind's elevated, I exterminated
A rapper that bit my rhyme and said that he made it
I'm not takin nothin, so let me tell you somethin
When I get through rockin you all will be bumpin
Squares on the wall, broads actin freaky
Brothers grabbin booties cause they playin so sneaky
You on the floor, me on the mic
I be sayin those rhymes that you like all night
My DJ's maxin, you are gaspin
While I'm kickin back rappin 'bout a 12 story mansion
A stretch Mercedes filled with ladies
Stripped to the bone, makin Y.O.U.T.H. go crazy
[ CHORUS ]
Young
Oakland
Unemployed
Teenage
Hustlers
(I said I wasn't gonna write no more poems like this)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Hella brothers sell dope, but the game is much weaker
All on front with the perm and beeper
One day in class I was kickin back rhymin
Spittin soft game at this pretty young diamond
In the back of the game spittin soft
Interrupted by somebody else's beeper goin off
Everybody turned around so they could see
If the beeper that went off had belonged to me
I said, "Oh no, people, you got the wrong person
I'm all about bangin that 9 to 5 workin"
The teacher came to the back, I shook my head twice
He pulled out a badge, he was a undercover vice
Brothers sittin next to me sweatin and nervous
The vice said (You're gonna have some time to serve us)
They handcuffed the brother, took his money and beeper
They had tabs on him, grindin coke and reefer
Took him downtown and said (them or you)
The brother
