Wyoming, Spring and Delor

Back when Death Row was made by Suge and Dre
I would ride my bike to Rod’s house hella blocks away
Playing NBA Jam and playing ball on this Fischer Price hoop that he had, and I would slam
And my cousin Karl had a room in the house
With a bouncy bed so wrestling moves I’m trying out
On my little cousin, those times were knee slappers
House filled with Red Hot Riplets and cheese crackers
I loved spending the night; that’s my little homie
To ease the stress of my life I’d ride to Wyoming
Me and my cousin been attached
Playing games all night; he falls asleep in the back
I creep to the living room; you know I’m watching Skinamax
Looking at the bitches like, Mmm, I should be hittin’ that
Before the worst pain and the strife
These were some of the best days of my life
That’s on my namesake
Sometimes I wish that I could change fate, and meet you at that same place on Wyoming

Before thoughts of sadness would ever sink slow
I was always hella competitive with Meiko
Playing ball with him I never felt alone
Even though I was lil’ bro, I always held my own
The 2 on 2 at Mehlville, we had to crush/
Killing competition was easy cuz all we had was us
He and I destroying every team on the floor
Came from countless hours spent on Spring and Dalor
The projects with killas and drug dealers
Gang members, and countless slain victims
But that was life in the middle of the jungle
Handing me game and praying that I didn’t fumble
We had each other’s backs anytime it’s time to rumble
Applying pressure to bums; most times they’d crumble
Hella heart; you can see it as broad as day
I still blame you for my momma throwing my cards away
Your collection was hard; you even had some Michael Jordan cards
This was before Lebron was going to 8 straight
Sometimes I wish that I could change fate, and meet you at that same place on Spring and Delor