I don't really wanna shoot this fool,
I'm playing stupid ass, 1 -8 -7
I was
chilling at a park
on a hot and sunny day,
hanging with my homies
from around the way
I was clowning them fools on
the basketball court,
I'm wearing a shorty shirt with
a number 2 on it
After I run, we all just chill
Talkin' bout checkin'
them dollar bills
All my homies know I'm
in the rappin' game
And my life has shown
up hella changed
The boys that I know all still sell dope
I don't sweat it though,
they gotta pay parole
But I told my partner,
my main little partner
Man get a job,
cause that dope is straight drama
My cutty Max said I'm
talkin' down on him
He went to his car, both drunk on gin
He put out his gun, I said,
handle your fears
The fool didn't shoot, but yes, I did
I don't really wanna shoot you,
no I'm playin' stupid 1 -8 -7
I don't really wanna shoot you,
no I'm playin' stupid
1 -8 -7
I was chillin' with a tender,
I called her Silky Linda
Linda had a man,
but her man was in prison
She had a little baby by
the pool before we left
Now we six years old,
and guess who's their daddy?
Linda got it going, and boy she's good
Every time we do it,
I knock on wood
I'm sprung and I'm sparked
on the things she got
A cool attitude and a big ol' butt
A pretty ass face, that's enough for me
She got a tattoo on her left titty
And you know what it say?
Now everything's fine
and dandy
Chillin' at the crib, watchin' T .V.
Somebody's knockin'
at the front door
She open it up, and she almost choked
Her baby dead's back,
I grab my four -fold
Say, what the fuck goin' on here?
Damn, what's up? 187
I don't really wanna hear you
Flash to me 187
I was at a red light,
bumpin' my tape
Then a Jagger creep up
and put a gun in my face
I said, hold up, man,
I'm Ron C, the rap star
The Jagger said,
fuck you and planet Mars
I'm thinkin' to myself, I can't die today
I got a little son, fuck these Daytons,
the Mustang too
Man, take this shit,
I guess I'm a victim on the slip and tip
I can see myself walkin'
cause a brutal ain't shit
As I got off the car,
the jackass started grinning
But he turned to the left
and dropped his G -A -T
I picked up the gun and
star ted bustin' carefree
I put six teen bullets
in that lowlife thug
He woulda' digged me,
so what the fuck
It's a lesson to be learned
when you own a cup
But it coulda' been me,
so fuck that, huh
I don't really wanna' hear you
tellin' no lies today
1 -8 -7 -8
I don't really wanna hear you,
please don't hit me 1 -8 -7
I don't really wanna hear you,
please don't hit me 1 -8 -7
I don't really wanna hear you,
please don't hit me 1 -8 -7
I don't really wanna hear you,
please don't hit me 1 -8 -7
I don't really wanna hear you,
please don't hit me 1 -8 -7 -8
I don't really wanna hear you
Playin' snooty
1 -8 -7 -8
I don't really wanna hear you
Playin' snooty 1 -8 -7 -8
I don't really wanna hear you