Suburban Kid

Lyrics

(94 B-lo) X2 You claimin that you real Yea you claimin that you solid Claimin you my brother but you switched up on his silence You claimin that you real Yea you claimin that you got it You ain't got no pole Boy you better stick to hiding (94 B-lo) Yesterday was rough but I had them better days Cbase is my shooter yea he had to fade away Shoot a nigga down yea I leave him day to day Critical condition yea I had to let it spray I'm from the bay I'm running from cops like everyday Aye I post on the block I'm waiting for opps Ima let it bang Yea this 223 it's gon hit you It's gon make yo momma cry Yellow tape, white chalk Boy you know that's homocide Tu tu tu I'm not a thug nigga from the hood (no no) I'm a suburban kid (yea 94) Straight from the suburbs (bitch I'm from that bay) It's the same thing (same thing) We feel the same pain (the same pain) We want the same thing (same thing) We want them big chains We want them big racks We don't do chit chat That gun it go click clack Bang (94 B-lo) X2 You claimin that you real Yea you claimin that you solid Claimin you my brother but you switched up on his silence You claimin that you real Yea you claimin that you got it You ain't got no pole Boy you better stick to hiding 94 Tu tu tu Yea yea Tu tu tu Bitch Im from that bay 94 Gaw Damn