And in love with her, lets have sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Got the perfect plan to help me get her
And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
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