Game got a lot that like:
6'5, tall like a hooper, ball like a hooper on the floor like a hooper
So I must be Klay with the .38, Thompson with the Thompson
Everything about me Compton—I mean—everything about me Bompton
I ain't never had s***, I grew up like Magic Johnson
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80s
So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
But life is a b**** out here, word to Too Short
Wack was the shooter so we called him Toni Kukoc
When I come back like Jordan
Wearin' the 4-5, it ain't to play games with you
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens
(Lil Boo)
Stick ya hand in my wallet its Lil Boo, Broke No.
I bet you gonna Feel Jacksons like the Lakers head coach
I went to Astro World they wouldn't let me in the gate
Cause the platinum in my mouth made the metal dector shake
I'm eatin shrimps,and steak
When I'm old enough to date Beyonce,Kelly on my list
But Michelle gonna have to wait
To hell with Spreewells I'm sittin on Scott' Pippens
Tell em stop traveling the rims will not listen
Hmm the plot thickenin' the last line was a lie
Cause I'm only 13 and I ain't old enough to drive
It ain't no surprise Koopa put me on this tape
Cause I been wreckin the hot line and demo tapes since I was 8
Hold up maan wait did you see me on Cribs?
No, but Romeo I gotta crib as big as his
I'm out that Acres Home I represent for the North
On Bobby Booshay 2 I'll be back I'm signing off,what!
Doesn’t have to be reserved to just lyrics I swear this cover was everything when this s*** dropped