Still 90s

Kick it with a real ese Phone Punk Tricks and Chicks (TaCs). Ay, This the way the hood becomes a punk. This the way the punks become a hood. Rolling through your avenue Woo! Living in the city with a shower of stars. Can’t make it places less you whippin it far. Cast down to repent for life. Where the love at? It all feels kinda nice tonight. Can’t sleep yet the nights still young. Living a life that’s already begun. Can’t help but to have problems. Kill Myself. (“But I don’t”, “Alright then.”) Where’s the fear of capital punishment. Ain’t rebel yet, don’t wait for judgement. With death around the corner, can’t help but to strike first. Kill once and you’ll begin to thirst. Living on the west coast I mean, the best coast It’s kinda hard not to make a dream come alive. Do or die. With the best spent on my mind. Makes a person wanna hit rewind. Reaching for the jugular, creepin up on ya, Looking for a way out, never gonna give an inch. Keep on running through, through the avenue, Get a look at you. And your blasted, dawg. Never had a feeling, All of this would have a meaning. Kept up with your bullshit. Now you ain’t shit. Killing for the pence just to make rent. Another tally, another regret. Jugular streaming, without a meaning. Don’t get the point yet? I’m rolling through the streets with my crew. Just looking for you. Another loose string to amend. Killings not what I do, But i live in sin, no what do I do. (“Live you.” Lord.) Cashing in every last dime I have. Bout time I spend some time getting back at all of you wack shacks. How about that? CATCH me outside, how about that? Claiming you a letter, how about that? Keep keeping tabs, how about that? Why? Cause you ain’t about that. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (What that mean? What that mean?) Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh You gon’ die. (What that mean? What that mean?) Keep on updating. That’s what I do.