Young

Oakland

Unemployed

Teenage

Hustlers



[ VERSE 1 ]

Well I'm back once more, tougher than before

All fake rappers I will ignore

Because my mind's elevated, I exterminated

A rapper that bit my rhyme and said that he made it

I'm not takin nothin, so let me tell you somethin

When I get through rockin you all will be bumpin

Squares on the wall, broads actin freaky

Brothers grabbin booties cause they playin so sneaky

You on the floor, me on the mic

I be sayin those rhymes that you like all night

My DJ's maxin, you are gaspin

While I'm kickin back rappin 'bout a 12 story mansion

A stretch Mercedes filled with ladies

Stripped to the bone, makin Y.O.U.T.H. go crazy



[ CHORUS ]

Young

Oakland

Unemployed

Teenage

Hustlers

(I said I wasn't gonna write no more poems like this)



[ VERSE 2 ]

Hella brothers sell dope, but the game is much weaker

All on front with the perm and beeper

One day in class I was kickin back rhymin

Spittin soft game at this pretty young diamond

In the back of the game spittin soft

Interrupted by somebody else's beeper goin off

Everybody turned around so they could see

If the beeper that went off had belonged to me

I said, "Oh no, people, you got the wrong person

I'm all about bangin that 9 to 5 workin"

The teacher came to the back, I shook my head twice

He pulled out a badge, he was a undercover vice

Brothers sittin next to me sweatin and nervous

The vice said (You're gonna have some time to serve us)

They handcuffed the brother, took his money and beeper

They had tabs on him, grindin coke and reefer

Took him downtown and said (them or you)

The brother