Only God Can Judge Me.

I Smoke Blunt To Take The Pain Out And If I Wasn't High I'd Probably Blow My Brains Out.

I Was Raised In The City, Shitty Ever Since I Was An Itty Bitty Kitty Drinkin' Liquor Out My Momma's Titty And Smokin' Weed Was An Everyday Thang In My Household, And Drinking Liquor Til' You Out Cold

Some Say The Blacker The Berry, The Sweeter The Juice I Say The Darker The Flesh Then The Deeper The Roots

And In Turn I'm Hostile Guess You Could Call Me Anti-social. Niggaz Shakin Like They Caught The Holy Ghost When I Approach Em.

Only In Cali Where We Riot Not Rally To Live And Die In L.a. We Wearin Chucks Not Ballies (that's Right)