verse
Just a black niggar smoking my cigar
Puff, puff that's that shit
Was born in 92, She was 86, I mean 93
She'd make a brother stiff
Dark blue eyes, caramel lips
Momma was a preacher, daddy kinda rich
In the year of '92, I mean '93
This little boy Rejjie, the birds and the bees
Three was the age, N read it from the page
Confusion occured and daddy got rage
Back in '92, Dr. Dre came
The Chronic in my room, daddy would play
I started making raps around '98
When Big L died, the lord gives and takes away
The greatest of the greatest, the worst of the worst
verse
Fall in love way too easily
And now I treat 'em like they're treating me
But this isn't me eagerly
Cos I'd rather retreat up where the sweeter be
Then its right for me to flee the scene
Seems my daddy might have dipped
So now I couldn't give a shit
"He was bruising to prove the news"
Never show him up if iÍ did
Tell the honest truth when he would ask me
Silent sitting in car seats
While he's hitting the palm trees
And he be steady grinning
The lights reflecting off his golf teeth are blurring my vision
But the wheels continue spinning
Hear him speaking some wisdom to women without any vision
The truth is, he was still useless