La La La

Held my first revolver
Back when i was still a charmer
But my father didn't keep one in the house
We had every kinda weapon
'cept the shit wit the projection
If we found it, we was gonna take it out
Just a couple years later
Hanging wit the hood players
Who would spray ya if you started buggin out
I had to give my man my jacket
Caught him walking wit it slacking
White tee with the pistol poking out
I used to practice wit the CO
Shooting CDs wit my migo
Now i'm at the range tearing up the drum
Id rather practice on my aim
Then a cat who acting strange
Have the Mac Elaine, tearing up your lungs
Limitations on the statute
Limit the case i'm spitting at you
Take my word on this, just know i'm not buns
Whether on the run
Or at the Public Enemy
You know me, I Chuck D's
See my Uzi weigh a ton