Slippin' Into Darkness

Yeah! ha ha yeah.... thats right!

The f.a's comin striaght from the wild wild west

Look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce

Pop's on his fix, mom's stuck on that crazy juice

Went to school, it's all cool but in junior hiiigh

Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh

What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows

Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose

A bad ass broad running with the girl gang

Just got some tat's,talking all that girl slang.

First one to slap, because la vida dont matter

Wip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered

Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that

Beating up fools with a baseball bat

Started having sex at only 15

Imagine o.g. wears his clothes all crisp and clean

Got pregnant had a baby in december

She wont see the daddy till next september

Mom's and pop's gave her the boot

Kicked her out la casa, now what raza

With the money she got, she bought a spot of the block

Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks

Now shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out

And plus shes all smoked out,the base face

You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears

Ofa life long cries.

They was headed for self destruction

Conjunction junction,(hey yo!) whats your function?

Her own kids gotta healp, "cause they knew she was slippin'

Took the devil away homegiiirl, you was slippin'.

Chorus:

Slipping into darkness

When you slip you trip and fall

Slipping into darkness

Ain't no sense to give ya'll no love at all

They say we're slipping, as a whole one race

So, what we gonna choose, don't want the blues

I turn to the news and what do i see

(merciless)"everybody in the world ready to d. i. e."

We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns

Whites against whites,from governments to undergrounds

So, peep the soundas it bumps through your stereo

Ear to your brain now check out the scenerio

Cali got quakes, mudslides, and floods

Pesadillas(nightmares)crips and bloods

Hustlas, pimps, shot callers, and killas

O.g. , macks, and the big coca dealers

We got homeboys who just like kicking it

And vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it

(merciless) "you're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat"

So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat.

Chorus x2

They wanna band me cause a brothas makin noise a lot

Ill shoot they ass in a sec wit a poisin dart

They got me runnin down the street gettin hotter

Runnin from the cops as i try to clock my glock

The war wont stop

Thats why they wanna band the music

You ever notcie how the cops cant stand the music

See a black man coolin wit a mexican

We can all have peace, the sun sets again

They try to shove us in the pen

But we clown and we frown every time we hit the top ten

Once again, its your friend outta oakland,hopin

To keep the hip hop clubs open

Now we can lay back and let them close'm

Or we can have beef and show that we control'em

Now aint nobody gettin paid, its a damn shame

Why gang bang brothas in the same gang?

They say securitys to blame, cause they lettin it off

Brothas come to have fun but they settin it off

One time, make it worse when they sweat us

Send an army of pigs to come get us

Now im runnin outta time and im cool down with the aztecs

This is sorta like soul food