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When I grew up, criminals were my heroes

The beanie from New Jersey Drive over my earlobes

From jump it was always fuck cops and the bureau

Mix of Casper, Harold Hunter and DeNiro

Now I′m with my kids and we're watching Olaf

And I′m like damn used to want to be like O'Dawg

Tuck the Deuce Deuce under the goose boosting y'all

Couple screws loose

Cashier turns

POOF I′M GONE

Seven I heard NWA in the street

From an older neighbor who was playing Fuck the Police

Eleven writing graffiti, Fifteen I′m selling weed

By Sixteen I had an MPC

It was Hip Hop's fault

That I wanted to grow up

Sell drugs, smoke blunts, drink Mad Dog and fuck

Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks

Wanted a perm like DJ Quik

My mama said Ben

Are you aware your hair is way too thin

But in my mind I was Junior High Iceberg Slim

Feeling fine, getting high

Spending time with a bitch

Taking Heineken sips

This is ′live as it gets, Shit

But me

Man I wanted to be a vandal

Wanted to kick it with the people living in the bando

On Third and James, by the fountain where they panhandle

Running from the cops

Pulling scandals

Those were my heroes

Pick up the mic

Put your money where your mouth is

Doing petty crimes, back in the day

Too much OE

Tipsy off the whiskey

Pick up the the the the mic the the the mic

Put your money where your mouth is

Doing petty crimes, back in the day

My clique is too great

Back in the days at the Boulevard on Broadway

Before the downtown turned to a big All Saints

I was rolling round with the forty ounce of malt drank

Posted up in front of the 7-eleven all day

My heroes didn't look like yours

My heroes didn′t look like yours

Nah Nah

They didn't work a 9-5, they worked a 5-4

Woke up at 3 then recorded more

See my heroes died of overdoses

Riding for the culture

Mind tied to psychosis

All the lies in show biz

My heroes shot dope and inhaled blow in their noses

Got locked up, got out and did some more shit

I got that devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me

And we fuck up any city, heavy hitting, any innings

Steal the pancakes off your plate

And then I′m robbing you at Denny's

In a plymouth that is tinted

And the sherm has got me spinning

You don't want it with this

Put the truck in his ribs

We don′t fight fair, fuck that

We jump and get our licks

Reds and whites flash through the dash, hop the fence

Wake up, smoke a blunt, hit the park and do it again

For my heroes

Pick up the mic

Put your money where your mouth is

Doing petty crimes, back in the day

Too much OE

Tipsy off the whiskey

Pickup, pickup, pickup the mic

Put your money where your mouth is

Doing petty crimes, back in the day

My clique is too great