[Intro]
Dlot reven ev'I seirots
Re— real
Re— Re— real
Won litnu
Real stories
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
"Aaron is so cute", that's what they used to say to me
Ninth grade, young female teachers, almost every day to me
That's when I wore the high top fade and curly freeze with bravery
'Cause the gangstas say it ain't the way to be, but all of the women hella thought I was savory (Mhm)
In my Guess fit, popular, you guessed it
Hip-hop dancer and rapper, in the talent shows, I blessed it
Hardly rode the bus home 'cause I stayed after
Displayed laughter with the grade passer, I'm a lay master
And everybody know that I'm a babe catcher
Walking home on cloud nine, a hundred percent man about mine
Then I crossed the way, there was a grown man stopped at a red light hella on shout time, he said "Hey!"
When I looked I was thinking that I hope this person ain't pistol-happy
Then right before he drove off, the man blew a kiss my way and then he whistled at me
I'm like, "Mother—" then he sped off, I was thinking, "Man, I wanna tear his head off"
Then I stopped 'cause I was tripping, walking, I was almost home, I kept dipping
Got home, then I asked my mama, "Why did he say hey at me instead of hey at a girl?"
Then my mom just looked right at me and said, "Baby dawg, that's the way of the world"
Later that night I hooked up with two homies to work on a dance routine
Got it done then allotted some time to holla at some fine and scan boo things
But when my two homies seen two dudes hugged up, now they really mean to feud
I said, "Yo" then some cray happened
One of the homies said, "Time for gay bashing"
The two ran up and attacked the dudes
I don't know what they thought they had to prove
They was swinging with so much attitude
But I could not deal with all that abuse
I said, "What in the fuck?
Y'all done messed up, it ain't peaceful
You know it's effed up and plus evil
So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people?"
Dlot reven ev'I seirots
Re— real
Re— Re— real
Won litnu
Real stories
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
"Aaron is so cute", that's what they used to say to me
Ninth grade, young female teachers, almost every day to me
That's when I wore the high top fade and curly freeze with bravery
'Cause the gangstas say it ain't the way to be, but all of the women hella thought I was savory (Mhm)
In my Guess fit, popular, you guessed it
Hip-hop dancer and rapper, in the talent shows, I blessed it
Hardly rode the bus home 'cause I stayed after
Displayed laughter with the grade passer, I'm a lay master
And everybody know that I'm a babe catcher
Walking home on cloud nine, a hundred percent man about mine
Then I crossed the way, there was a grown man stopped at a red light hella on shout time, he said "Hey!"
When I looked I was thinking that I hope this person ain't pistol-happy
Then right before he drove off, the man blew a kiss my way and then he whistled at me
I'm like, "Mother—" then he sped off, I was thinking, "Man, I wanna tear his head off"
Then I stopped 'cause I was tripping, walking, I was almost home, I kept dipping
Got home, then I asked my mama, "Why did he say hey at me instead of hey at a girl?"
Then my mom just looked right at me and said, "Baby dawg, that's the way of the world"
Later that night I hooked up with two homies to work on a dance routine
Got it done then allotted some time to holla at some fine and scan boo things
But when my two homies seen two dudes hugged up, now they really mean to feud
I said, "Yo" then some cray happened
One of the homies said, "Time for gay bashing"
The two ran up and attacked the dudes
I don't know what they thought they had to prove
They was swinging with so much attitude
But I could not deal with all that abuse
I said, "What in the fuck?
Y'all done messed up, it ain't peaceful
You know it's effed up and plus evil
So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people?"
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