Young Locs Slow Down - Lyrics - Warren G

(feat. Butch Cassidy, W.C.) (WC talking) (Warren G) Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a *** down Watching fools servin' found Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches And getting *** with plenty riches And if you *** homie, do that But when your *** gets slapped with that 25, handle that And all you see is the glamor and gold Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold Your destiny is in your hands, you got control Wasting time with your life until your *** is old Trying to be bold, a hog and a *** Eighteen years old, *** in the limp (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) Can't *** with, what you asked for Sometimes you just should let go Get what you need and not want Some folks believe and some don't These are the ones that don't last Hard head makes soft *** But it was something that I had to have I just had to have (WC) Whats crackin' gangsta Little woe G sake with a *** loose Dickie sagging how should kicking it Bangs with me, *** let me swang with you Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya I see them *** that got ya tatted and called it paddering A clutch and a glock, banging on *** at the bus stop Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf Loc, what up, *** I knew your brother You used to *** with him, when you was a little *** Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood *** is serious For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, *** (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) (WC) ***, ***, *** (Warren G) I don't wanna die I'm trying to live, trying to survive ***, ***, *** (WC) I don't wanna die I'm trying to live, trying to survive *** done got the game twisted Yet if these bustas pump 'em up And just start division, fool listen Life is like a grab shot You can either hit the jackpot Stack a not and get a calf shot (Warren G) Live you life homie Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked And moms put a block on the phone You's a hard ***, but now you all alone (WC) All alone in the streets it was on But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone Your on your own (Warren G) Until the youth, I spit to you They call me G dub and I spit the truth (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) (WC talking to end)