Warren G — Young Locs Slow Down

(Butch Cassidy talking) [Warren G] Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down Glocks, K's, and Eagles trying to put a murder down Watching fools servin' clowns With your eyes on the prize, hitting switches And getting bitches with plenty riches And if you bang homie, do that But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that And all you see is the glamor and gold Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold Your destiny is in your hands, you got control Wasting time with your life until your ass is old Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp Eighteen years old, HIV and a limp [Hook: Butch Cassidy] Careful of what you ask for Sometimes you just should let go Get what you need and not want Some folks believe and some don't These are the ones that don't last Hard head makes a soft ass But it was something that I had to have I just had to have [WC] Whats crackin' youngsta Little OG sick with it Bangin loose Dickies sagging, house shoe kicking it Blaze with me, nigga let me swing with you Hop in the cut dog, and spit this game to ya I see them niggas have got you tatted and caught in a pattern Of clutching a Glock, and banging on niggas at the bus stop Putting in work, in your Pro Club white shirt Doing dirt trying to gain stripes for the turf But loc, what up, shit I knew your brother Used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block Caught your brother slippin' and filled him with lead The retaliation was swift, furious, and just know this hood shit is serious And for the sake of his memories, see about your paper And remember locs, success is the best revenge on these haters, nigga [Hook] [WC] Murder, murder, murder [Warren G] I don't wanna die I'm trying to live, trying to survive Murder, murder, murder [WC] I don't wanna die I'm trying to live, trying to survive Niggas have got the game twisted Yet if these busters pump 'em up And distort their vision, fool listen Life is like a crap shot You can either hit the jackpot Stack a knot and get your cap shot [Warren G] Live you life homie, do that But don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked And moms put a block on the phone You's a hard motherfucker, now you all alone [WC] All alone in the streets it was on But keep the leather for penitentiary friends gone Your on your own [Warren G] And to the youth, I spit to you They call me G Dub and I spit the truth [Hook] (Butch Cassidy talking to end)