Once Upon A Time In The Projects

Once upon a time in the projects, yo
 I damn near had to wreck a hoe
 I knocked on the door, "Who is it?"
 It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
 And what's up with them brothers in the parking lot
 She called 'em suckas, 'cause they smoke crack a lot
 I sat on the couch, but it wasn't stable
 And then I put my Nikes on the coffee table
 Her brother came in, he's into gang bangin'
 'Cause he walked up and said "What set you claimin'?"
 I don't bang, I write the good rhymes
 The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times
 I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
 By a young punk, that needs to pull his pants up
 He threw up his set, then he was gone
 I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this girl bring her butt on?
 Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
 And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt
 She said, "Please excuse my house", and all that
 I said "yeah," 'cause I was buzzed from the contact
 Lookin' at a jacked-up black and white
 Her mom's fussin' 'cause the county check wasn't right
 She had another brother that was three years old
 That had a bad case of the runny nose
 He asked me who I was, then I had to pause
 It smelled like he took a dump in his little drawers
 I saw her sister, who really needs her butt kicked
 Only thirteen, and already pregnant
 I grabbed my forty out the bag, and took a swig
 'Cause I was getting overwhelmed, by BeBe Kids
 They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'
 And look at this young punk bailin'
 I heard a knock on the door without the password
 And her moms got the twelve gauge Mossberg
 The brother said "Yo, what's for sale?"
 And her moms came out with a bag of yayo
 She made the drop, and got the twenty dollars
 From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar
 The girl I was waitin' for came out
 I said, "Girl, I didn't know this was a crack house"
 I grabbed my coat, and suddenly
 "Stop, the police, don't move! Freeze! Or I'll kill ya!"
 The cop busted in I had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome
 And I said to myself, "Once again, it's on"
 He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin' no slack
 Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back
 First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up
 They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
 I said, "damn, how much abuse can a brotha take"
 'Ey yo officer, you're making a big mistake
 Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
 He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case
 He said, "get out my face" and musta had a grudge
 His reply, "tell that sad story to the judge"
 The girl I was wit' wasn't sayin' nothin'
 I said "'Ey Miss Thang you better tell him somethin'"
 She started draggin' and all of a sudden
 We all got tossed in a paddy wagon
 Now I beat the rap, but that ain't the point
 I had a warrant, so I spent two weeks in the joint
 Now the story you heard has one little object
 Don't get wit' a girl from the projects
 Yo man, them projects ain't no joke Loc, I'm tellin' you
 Especially the ones in Watts and South Central L.A. boy
 Don't mess around those projects
 The rats will get with your punk brown
 Yeah, you know it
 I wanna say what's up to my boy Sir Jinx for hookin' up the track
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 This goes out to the Lench Mob
 We'll be lynchin'