39 and I'm still bangin'
I can't get out if I wanted to
All I did was document my life
I ain't put that red rag in front of you
My first album had the world lit
Hit the hood and brought that Hummer through
I finally got the Impala candy-painted
Show you outta-towners what that summer do
Started off with sixty nikkas with me everywhere I went
Hundred-twenty cups inside a Summer Jam tent
I went from broke, fantasizin' 'bout Christina Aguilera
To puttin' TVs in the dash of my mama's Xterra
This is real shyt
I'm spittin' bars from the gun nikkas get killed with
I had to cover my son and let that steel spit
I talked about it in songs, nikkas got real sick
Dre thought that I was just rappin'
I told 'em I had bodies, no cappin'
nikka, this the new Compton
2005, my whole life got live
Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe
Tell 'em why it's West Side...
