Lil Ass Gee
DJ Rectangle Lyrics

Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out
Observing that small person from the west, who is high on drugs

Insane in the brain little nigga servin' caine
That little boy is crazy because he sells cocaine

Use to have to axe could he cross the street
People used to ask him if they could cross the street

Now he's rollin' in a Gee the Gee is on E
Now he drives a car and it's running on empty

He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spread (whats up?)
He greets people with a hand signal

Don't roll that shit (whats up?) and hold that shit (whats up?)
Don't smoke that drug, and hang onto it

Now you know what fuckin' set he's claimin'
Now you know which gang he's associated with

A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'
He's uncontrollable and can't be tamed

And just when you think everything is calm
When things finally seem peaceful

That motherfucker is the first to bum
He starts a fight when no one else is

Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He hits you hard and fast

He'll draw down and then check his beeper
He'll take out his gun and then check his pager

He's clockin' them chicks and bucks
He's watching and keeping track of women and money

Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
Getting oral sex from prostitutes

And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Will he do something illegal? Of course he will

Little locs are harder then the O-G's
Young gang members are tougher than older ones

You fall to the ground and beg please
You're defeated and begging for mercy

Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
Defeated by young guys on bicycles

12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
He's only 12 and already dealing with drugs

A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee
A person who kills, a person with foolish behavior, a small gangster

God damn, it's a trick
It's unbelievable

Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
He used to play with a toy action figure

Now he's straight Crip, or Blood
Now he's a member of either the Crips or Bloods gang

Now ya sag, you use the blunt
Now he wears sagging pants and smokes marijuana

Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Now he's known as a favorite among groupies

Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (whats up?)
Going to jail or prison, it's not a fun experience

But I ain't surprised
But I'm not shocked

It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
A year later, he's grown a bit

You motherfuckin' crook
You're a criminal

You want respect 'cause you didn't get'cha manhood took
You want to be respected because you avoided getting raped

Drinkin' that 'yac like it's no tomorr-why
Drinking cognac like there's no tomorrow

West side hustler fucker-tory
A west side hustler, a big shot

In the jail and it ain't no thing
In jail and it's not a big deal

Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uh)
Can't wait until he can attach 22-inch rims to his car

A underage boy that's lookin' tossed
A young boy who looks lost

And that's ya idea of who you hide
That's who you look up to

All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
All he wants for Christmas is weapons and alcohol

Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker
This small person is crazy

You don't want to be like Mike, you want to be like me
You don't want to be like Michael Jordan, you want to be like me

A fool, a killer, a lil' ass gee
A person with foolish behavior, a killer, a small gangster

See, I knew it wouldn't be long
I knew it was just a matter of time

They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
You're in trouble and under a lot of stress

In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin'
In solitary confinement, you start to think

Sendin' more kites than Benjamin Franklin
Sending more letters than Benjamin Franklin (who was known for flying kites)

20 years old but ya still a veteran
At 20 years old, he's already a veteran (in the criminal world)

Won't touch down til we're livin' like the Jetsons
Won't be released from jail until the future (with technology like the Jetsons) arrives

Proud of ya self, because ya done done it
You're proud of yourself for your criminal accomplishments

Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach
He has a tattoo of his name and owns a gun with .22 caliber bullets

Never even think about a woman to fuck
He doesn't care about sex with women

Rather stand in line or bust the ass of a young buck
He'd rather wait in line (to fight someone) or take down a young, inexperienced person

Got stuck, now you're bleedin'
He's in trouble, and now he's getting hurt

Hospital ward, is got your reading
You're in the hospital and you're reading

Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
Learn about yourself

That ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
You're angry enough to kill

See, it ain't about bein hard
It's not about being tough

But that's what'cha tell the little homies in the yard
But that's what you tell the young gang members in prison

Ya already done did 10
You've already spent 10 years in prison

And wish you could start all over again
You regret your past and wish you could do it all over again

Brand new inmates and who do ya see
New prisoners arrive and he sees his little brother

Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil' ass gee
His younger brother is in restraints, and is also a small gangster