Above Crenshaw

Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
 UV raiders, ain't showin no green
 Since I was a yella comin out of Cincinella
 Vernon Infada had them goatees in the fish tank
 Bad on cassette tape, bad on cassettey
 Guttenberg, French fries, drinks to Mike Lauries
 Go up to the store and seen a rise on the corner
 On some holy mission missionary waitin for the war
 Fuck Jerry's Atari, got great grades off robbers
 Martin Luther King parade, it's 1st grade
 18 when she first taught me how to French
 And I was 12, got a brown sugar from the Swosa swap
 Pop cigarettes that ain't smell like my grandma's
 Baby luke is poured into that California popcorn
 Pourin on a Tuesday, pourin on a Wednesday
 Fore I'm at Thursday, Woody on my birthday
 Hoodie on church day, squab it to the curb surf
 Word, finding out my girlfriend sold crack
 New pair of panties and patent leather grants
 Doors on that '75 Burgundy Chrysler
 Marty's first rap, fish house bout Woody's member
 More pains whoopings after propane's cooking jug
 Marla woofin out and done in every club
 Every chocolate I dodge try to get knocked up
 Every fuckin cop dodged fore I got locked up
 Every shout out that I got for every pellet gun
 Shout out Bust, what the fuck you doin in some PK's?
 Getting busy in the Burger King bathroom
 Full even niggas at the Demi's with the building
 Peal to the crib, Tele Mundo, killin kids
 Pink sober's cop the most pink tacos
 Titty squos, pig latin to the vatos
 In the boonies where nobody really knew me
 But the hood was still in me even when I didn't knew it was
 Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
 UV raiders, ain't showin no green
 I'm so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams
 Just so caressin, no touchin, no don't you know?
 Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom
 That backseat swinging the EP but no room
 Since I was a shorty coming up with trays and 40's
 Used to pretend with the homies, playin cops and OG's
 Are you dancing with the handsome ugly darkness?
 Posted up on stalker like pardon me
 Could you buy a blunt for me?
 We wrote it up with Marcus
 Front of Bone's apartment stone laughin
 Flickin roaches, we was coaches
 Lost and something found, they was playin Snoopy cube
 Even a youth I was bumpin underground yo
 I knew I was late runnin out home
 I knew I was slippin with some crypts runnin from stone
 Photo we wore sneakers, we ball, we all innocent
 Took a hit, started losing grip off our own standin Colliseum
 As my dome bled, beat me like I stole something from er
 Went to school in Santa Monica,
 My mama must be home, summing the drums and her harmonica
 Remind me of the Christian choir, all for Lincoln
 Pee Pee burnin dipped in fire, Bonnie burn me off a great burn
 Take a right back when daddy was alive
 Days turn to nights, Philipp's barbeque, house at Darnes, Murphy high
 Aim up was my first, touched it by the bungallows,
 Never could afford it for the forward was red,
 Been broke since out of bonds
 Statuary situations, grown men and little girls
 And there was girls at the shows, and the
 Fore I was a spitter was a nigga from the dirt
 Staring at the ass on the back Miss Scott
 Hopscotch, butterscotch, now it's butter when I rock
 Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots
 (Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots
 And whatnots, yes)
 Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
 UV raiders, ain't showin no green
 I'm so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams
 Just so caressin, no touchin, no don't you know?
 Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom
 That backseat swinging the EP but no room
 So sassy, meet me at Telly or Gotelly
 Straight shoppin what I wear, paint the luggage when you're ready
 I'm so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams
 Just so caressin, no touchin, no don't you know?
 Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom
 That backseat swinging the EP but no...