[Intro]
They were the children we passed by everyday and paid no attention to but they watched us
We had the generations our parents came from
And we had the great personalities of their generation
To connect with
We had something to attach ourselves
They didn't
They were totally disconnected and disenfranchised
They're like a planet out of orbit
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
It's Slauson, boy [x6]
Y'all don't know
What u didn't heard
But where I'm from
U might get served
U might shoot back
U might get cracked
U might do life but
That's just that 'cause
We gangbangin' [x8]
[Verse 1: Cobby Supreme]
That's right, Supreme, okay, that's right, okay
See, it might be
The very last time u see ya family
That's why I pray every time I go to sleep
And every time I take a step up out my door
Don't forget to grab the strap off the dress-or (That's right)
Nigga, Supreme you know it's still a rap-rock war (That's right)
Mix the cain right
That's wut the smokers fiend for
Lord, forgive me for I have sinned
I still chipped the nigga and walk off with a grin
My kids is thirsty they'll merk ya
They'll hurt ya
They'll dirt ya
They'll work ya (They'll work ya)
Overkill ya (Overkill ya)
And fill yo' ass up with 100 muhfuckin' shots
They were the children we passed by everyday and paid no attention to but they watched us
We had the generations our parents came from
And we had the great personalities of their generation
To connect with
We had something to attach ourselves
They didn't
They were totally disconnected and disenfranchised
They're like a planet out of orbit
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
It's Slauson, boy [x6]
Y'all don't know
What u didn't heard
But where I'm from
U might get served
U might shoot back
U might get cracked
U might do life but
That's just that 'cause
We gangbangin' [x8]
[Verse 1: Cobby Supreme]
That's right, Supreme, okay, that's right, okay
See, it might be
The very last time u see ya family
That's why I pray every time I go to sleep
And every time I take a step up out my door
Don't forget to grab the strap off the dress-or (That's right)
Nigga, Supreme you know it's still a rap-rock war (That's right)
Mix the cain right
That's wut the smokers fiend for
Lord, forgive me for I have sinned
I still chipped the nigga and walk off with a grin
My kids is thirsty they'll merk ya
They'll hurt ya
They'll dirt ya
They'll work ya (They'll work ya)
Overkill ya (Overkill ya)
And fill yo' ass up with 100 muhfuckin' shots
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