paroles de chanson Lil 1100 - Jay Waves

It was my First day of school
January '02
Seen this nigga with curly hair
Had them hoes by the two
Raised my hand for the roll call
Niggas knew I was new
Rocked the jordan 16s
Even had the same shoes
He had a brother named Stanley
Introduced me too the family
Was hooping after school he told me
Meet him at his Granny's
I Asked him where he stayed
He said 11th Street
Said ain't that HTG
He told me yes Indeed
Shit my pops wasn't playing
With that Circle K park shit
Cause when it got Dark quick
Niggas got they cars flipped
Man I said Fuck it grabbed my kicks
And hit the mongoose
Pulled up at G house
Like nigga when we gone hoop
Quick 21 game
Rim with the chrome chain
Pulled up from the baseline
Nigga had to make my own name
He said you nice dawg
Aye you could hoop a little
He had a stupid a dribble
9 years old was too official

Yeah then niggas got older
G was sixteen
With that digi scale on the corner
Quarterbacking shit
Like the nigga was Kurt Warner
Green chucks laced
When He showed me his first burner
Damn I was working at the YMCA
Making 6.25
Trying to cop me some jays
And see G was in hood tryna run up fade
Still pulled up
At Elena's we was burning up Haze
Playing 2pac in the front yard and shit
Get high niggas start spitting bars and shit
Aye See bro Love Cass & he loved Luda
Reciting Wayne verses
This was way before Future
Fast forward I heard
He running block now
Got locked down
Like a dog pound
He front lining
He ain't really into ball now
Hard to stay in touch
He ain't really picking up calls now

3 years went by
Then G got locked
They offered a 10 piece
He thinking plea off tops
19 looking at a fucking nickel my nigga
Lower buckey with mama for them video visits
Tell my nigga keep his head up
It only gets better
Hit the JPay if that nigga needed cheddar
Drive two hours
Just see you out at Eyeman
Telling me prison stories
Couldn't wait till he freeman
G came home he did 4 and half
Caught you first day out
At the park and we laughed
First thing on yo mind was tryna get on some ass
2nd thing on yo mind Was tryna get on some cash
You was living withJT
That nigga loved you to Death
Hard to keep You out the hood
When you in love with the Set
Came home Decorated
More stripes than a ref
Braids hanging to yo back
With that ice on yo neck

Remember March 13th
I picked you up at the crib
Went and jogged south mountain
Just like when we was kids
Niggas talking bout life and all the shit that we did
Said congrats on Fatherhood youwas expecting a kid
Said you wanted 5
I said this nigga ass crazy shit
Called Mitch hit the Stu
Then we made us hit
Called TexasArizona Said I put it on my tape
Dropped you off it's getting late
Nigga Call me in The A
April fools came quick
I was working at the shop
Had my phone on the charger
Had the charger in block
Was bouta go to lunch
Grab my phone like what the fuck
A Bunch of missed phone call
I'm thinking fuck is going
Got a text from T.Sue
It read I'm sorry bro he gone
That Nigga Chee hit me up
Like bro I'm sorry loss
Dropped down tears leaking
Like what the fuck happened
In the whip speed racing
Used my shirt as a napkin