Yo yo
Trapacane Word up
Here to speak about yo
Polluted Wisdom
Yeah 2nd Chamber to all the Boos
Polluted Wisdom 2nd Chamber yo
Verse 1:
I knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer
Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like Nadina
Wore corn braids I used to hit it back in the days
Now she a coke slayer Italian niggas gettin her pay
But that's her heritage she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow
Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow
But she robbed 50 Gs flat from a sharp
Now they trying to make the chick history like Noah's Ark
She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it's better
Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 Jetta
Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally
Think she handling army cause her body out in Cali
Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation
Tryin to fly down south with the CREAM from the Jamaicans
It's a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months
When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt
Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day
She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way
She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross
Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars
Now I fill wid King at the bar guzzling gin
Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 Benz
He like it raw when he touch skin Gina just a friend
Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in
From Shaolin..
Word up, think again
Know what I'm sayin?, word
To all the wisdom, living a fast life
Yeah, you rather see the light
Park 'n brake know what I'm sayin?
Word up, reality, word up
Yo
Verse 2:
