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When I grew up, criminals were my heroes
The beanie from New Jersey Drive over my earlobes
From jump it was always fuck cops and the bureau
Mix of Casper, Harold Hunter and DeNiro
Now I′m with my kids and we're watching Olaf
And I′m like damn used to want to be like O'Dawg
Tuck the Deuce Deuce under the goose boosting y'all
Couple screws loose
Cashier turns
POOF I′M GONE
Seven I heard NWA in the street
From an older neighbor who was playing Fuck the Police
Eleven writing graffiti, Fifteen I′m selling weed
By Sixteen I had an MPC
It was Hip Hop's fault
That I wanted to grow up
Sell drugs, smoke blunts, drink Mad Dog and fuck
Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks
Wanted a perm like DJ Quik
My mama said Ben
Are you aware your hair is way too thin
But in my mind I was Junior High Iceberg Slim
Feeling fine, getting high
Spending time with a bitch
Taking Heineken sips
This is ′live as it gets, Shit
But me
Man I wanted to be a vandal
Wanted to kick it with the people living in the bando
On Third and James, by the fountain where they panhandle
Running from the cops
Pulling scandals
Those were my heroes
Pick up the mic
Put your money where your mouth is
Doing petty crimes, back in the day
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
Doing petty crimes, back in the day
My clique is too great
Back in the days at the Boulevard on Broadway
Before the downtown turned to a big All Saints
I was rolling round with the forty ounce of malt drank
Posted up in front of the 7-eleven all day
My heroes didn't look like yours
My heroes didn′t look like yours
Nah Nah
They didn't work a 9-5, they worked a 5-4
Woke up at 3 then recorded more
See my heroes died of overdoses
Riding for the culture
Mind tied to psychosis
All the lies in show biz
My heroes shot dope and inhaled blow in 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 hitting, any innings
Steal the pancakes off your plate
And then I′m robbing you at Denny's
In a plymouth that is tinted
And the sherm has got me spinning
You don't want it with this
Put the truck in his ribs
We don′t fight fair, fuck that
We jump and get our licks
Reds and whites flash through the dash, hop the fence
Wake up, smoke a blunt, hit the park and do it again
For my heroes
Pick up the mic
Put your money where your mouth is
Doing petty crimes, back in the day
Too much OE
Tipsy off the whiskey
Pickup, pickup, pickup the mic
Put your money where your mouth is
Doing petty crimes, back in the day
My clique is too great
