When I grew up, criminal are my heroes The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes From jump it was always fuck cops and the bureau Mixing Casper, Herald Hunton and De Niro Now with my kids and we watchin' Olaf And I'm like, "Damn, I used to wanna be like old dawg" Tuck the D'USSÉ, D'USSÉ Under the goose, boostin' y'all Couple screws loose, cashier turns, poof, I'm gone Seven, I heard NWA in the street From my older neighbor who was payin', "Fuck Da Police" Livin' right in graffiti, fifteen, I'm sellin' weed By sixteen, I had an MPC It was [?] That I wanted to grow up, sell drugs Smoke, drink mad dawg and buck Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks Wanted the perm like DJ Quik My mama said, "Ben, are you aware that your hair is thin" But in my mind I was junior high, Iceberg Slim Feelin' fine, gettin' high spendin' time with a bitch Takin' Heineken sips this as live as it gets, shit But me, man, I wanted to be a bandit Wanted to kick it with the people livin' in the bando I'm turnin' James by the fountain where they panhandle Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals Those where my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey Pick up the, the, the, the mic, the, the, the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days (Drink it, smoke it) My clique is too great
Back in the days, hit the boulevard on Broadway Before the downtown turned to a big hall saints I was rollin' 'round with the fourty ounce of malt drink Posted up in front of the 7-Eleven all day My heroes didn't look yours My heroes didn't look yours, nah, nah They didn't work a 9 to 5, they worked a 5 to 4 Wake up at three and recordin' more See my heroes died of overdoses Rider for the culture Mind type the psychosis, all the lies and show biz My heroes shot open, inhale, blowin' their noses Got locked up, got out, and did some more shit I got that devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me And we fuck up any city Heavy hittin' any innings Steal the pancakes off your pate And then I'm robbin' you with Denny's And the [?] is tinted and the sherman's got me spinnin' You don't want it with this Put the truck in his ribs We don't fight fair, fuck that We jump in, get our licks Reds and white splash, do the dash, hop the fence Wake up, smoke a bunt Hit the park and do it again, for my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey Pick up the, the, the, the mic, the, the, the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days (Drink it, smoke it) My clique is too great
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