"L.A. Story Pt. 1 (My Little Brother Is Crazy)" lyrics
Hold it
She gon' fly to- G-dog faster with the pussy! Haha
What's wrong wit' you?
So, you-
You need to shut yo' bitch ass up! Shorty
Shut it up
Shut that shit, ohh!
Before I T off on you
You gon' T off on me? Ahaha
I don't know
Well, when you T off on somethin'
Like, you know, you T'in' off on the golf ball, on a golf ball
You said you could hit 'em with a golf club?
Nah, you gon' hit 'em wit' yo' fists
That's T'in' up?
But you gon' act like yo' fist is a club, and come on
I'm sayin', like, your head is a white ball, and I'ma T off
YouknaI'msayin'? Hahahaha!
My little brother 'bout to T off, we off on another mission
Cops, gave us a ticket for the bump, off Crenshaw and Exposition
Broadcastin' that Dub-C over 50 feet without the proper permission
He pulled us to the side to give us a lecture, I really ain't tryna listen
Wishin' it wasn't broad daylight
So we smoked this motherfucker, threw his body in the trunk then we'd be way right
Lookin' at myself, a buck 45, my little nigga like 250
This cop, he only weigh, like, a buck 8-0
Could knock his ass out with one straight blow
In reality I lay low on the passenger side
He give us a ticket and leave
We fill it up, and mash in the ride, it's Sunday night
There's jaws poppin' off the hook
At every light I stop and look
And could speak to hood freaks, but rats are a no-no
Hella faded, everything seems to be movin' in slow-mo
Oh, no!
This fool tried to pull up on the side with two tints in his trunk
Thinkin' he got beat in his ride, my little brother turned it up to 32
And blew his ass away
I hit him up, out the window, "have a nice day"
Down the way, I seen the homies
We stopped and talked, but only for a minute, then we back in it
The traffic talk with my nigga Derrick Martin, blastin'
Mayday, US lost and tossed right into the thick
Like that chick I was tryna spit at, wait, and hold up!
Hold up, go back
Go back
Oh man, you ain't no good, you ain't got no game
You ain't 427 up in this bitch, hahaha!
She gon' fly to- G-dog faster with the pussy! Haha
What's wrong wit' you?
So, you-
You need to shut yo' bitch ass up! Shorty
Shut it up
Shut that shit, ohh!
Before I T off on you
You gon' T off on me? Ahaha
I don't know
Well, when you T off on somethin'
Like, you know, you T'in' off on the golf ball, on a golf ball
You said you could hit 'em with a golf club?
Nah, you gon' hit 'em wit' yo' fists
That's T'in' up?
But you gon' act like yo' fist is a club, and come on
I'm sayin', like, your head is a white ball, and I'ma T off
YouknaI'msayin'? Hahahaha!
My little brother 'bout to T off, we off on another mission
Cops, gave us a ticket for the bump, off Crenshaw and Exposition
Broadcastin' that Dub-C over 50 feet without the proper permission
He pulled us to the side to give us a lecture, I really ain't tryna listen
Wishin' it wasn't broad daylight
So we smoked this motherfucker, threw his body in the trunk then we'd be way right
Lookin' at myself, a buck 45, my little nigga like 250
This cop, he only weigh, like, a buck 8-0
Could knock his ass out with one straight blow
In reality I lay low on the passenger side
He give us a ticket and leave
We fill it up, and mash in the ride, it's Sunday night
There's jaws poppin' off the hook
At every light I stop and look
And could speak to hood freaks, but rats are a no-no
Hella faded, everything seems to be movin' in slow-mo
Oh, no!
This fool tried to pull up on the side with two tints in his trunk
Thinkin' he got beat in his ride, my little brother turned it up to 32
And blew his ass away
I hit him up, out the window, "have a nice day"
Down the way, I seen the homies
We stopped and talked, but only for a minute, then we back in it
The traffic talk with my nigga Derrick Martin, blastin'
Mayday, US lost and tossed right into the thick
Like that chick I was tryna spit at, wait, and hold up!
Hold up, go back
Go back
Oh man, you ain't no good, you ain't got no game
You ain't 427 up in this bitch, hahaha!
