Oh yea, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing... All my people thas
[chorus] Drug dealin just to get by Stackin money til it gets sky high We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25 The joke's on you we still alive Thro yo hands up in the sky and say We don't care what people say
If this is yo firs time hearin this You are bout to experience somethin so cold man We never had nothin handin Took nothin fer granted Took nothin from no man Man, im my own man
But as a shorty i looked up to the dope man The only adult, man I knew dat wasn broke, man Flicken starter coats, man Man, you don't know, man
This is fa my niggaz outside all winta Cuz this summa they ain't funna Say "Next summa im funna" Sittin in the hoods like community colleges
This dope money here is little Tre's scholorship Cuz ain't no tuition fa havin no ambition An ain't no lones fa sittin yo ass at home So we forced to cell crack, rap, and git a job You gotta do somethin man yo ass is grown
[chorus - Kanye West - "kids sing, kids sing"]
The second verse is for my dogs workin 9 - 5 That still hustle cuz a nigga cain't shine off 6.55 An everybody sellin makeup, Jacobs And BOOTLEG tapes just to get they cake up We put shit on layaway then come back We claim other people's kids on our income tax We take that money, cop work, then push pounds to get paid And we don't care what people say
Mama say she wanna move south Scratchin lottery tickets, eyes on a new house Bout the same time Do ran up in dudes house Couldn't get a job so since he couldn't get work He figyad he'd take work The drug game bullemic It's hard to get weight A niggaz money is homo it's hard to get straight But we gone keep bakin til the day we git cake And we don't care what people say My niggaz...