[Intro: Dedric]
(Dedric type beat, mmh-mmh)
[Verse 1: Dedric]
Kall me L. A. Deuce like I was fenna shoot that nigga in 9 Deuce
Around the bity we strapped up we got 9 of them Deuce Deuce’s
The box is red, like there was gone be a bloodshed
On the corner, and these niggas gettin blown down
On the road, and these niggas gone be burned kuz of the rod
That i hold
Inside my XXL Dickies, and I’m gone bring it to the load
And I’m gone make it fully loaded
Dangerous professions, I thank God kuz it’s a blessin
That I ain’t got shot today, that I ain’t got shot to death
I wanna pop today, til they screamin shoutout Ded
[Bridge: Dedric]
He strive inside the backstreets for to reach them fuckin Dayton's
I think I don't give a fuck bout no hoe, for sum gangsta shit im ready to refuse her datin
[Hook: Dedric]
Kall him L. A. Deuce, fenna tell yu the story of this dude dawg
Round tha bity strapped up wit niggas havin 9 of them Deuce Deuce’s dawg
They shot his homie in L.A., turned round and kapped him inna bacck
He can't realize that he dead, so he keeps on be willing to refuse his death
[Verse 2: Dedric]
Krimez escalatin, got a hotbox, condition: good
Committed to flip it bacck when he in tha hood
Niggas mad kuz they neva understood
Those plans and methods that he use to use in his teenhood
This strap lacks of lead I say, I emptied out at 2
A.M., my nigga wken the pits inna hood barked at the moon
Kolors wrapped up over every nigga neck and torsos
Compton is where these niggas Sosa out
Ghetto hoes who would have been so-so
Yu knowk our hood ain't do no borrow
When we talkin bout cargos
Or activities in the streets, just straight bozos
And I kall my buzzo, bro brought tha lead to the spot
And I avoid em to destroy my grind kuz ima riiise
[Hook: Dedric]
Kall him L. A. Deuce, fenna tell yu the story of this dude dawg
Round tha bity strapped up wit niggas havin 9 of them Deuce Deuce’s dawg
They shot his homie in L.A., turned round and kapped him inna bacck
He can't realize that he dead, so he keeps on be willing to refuse his death
[Interlude: Dedric]
L. A. nigga, West Coast
(He was ready to pop em, he had 2 inna head)
Playin guitars, tryna play the guitar, tryna meet up with Guierrez
(He was ready to pop em, he had 2 inna head)
[Bridge: Dedric]
He strive inside the backstreets for to reach them fuckin Dayton's
I think I don't give a fuck bout no hoe, for sum gangsta shit im ready to refuse her datin
[Hook: Dedric]
Kall him L. A. Deuce, fenna tell yu the story of this dude dawg
Round tha bity strapped up wit niggas havin 9 of them Deuce Deuce’s dawg
They shot his homie in L.A., turned round and kapped him inna bacck
He can't realize that he dead, so he keeps on be willing to refuse his death
[Verse 3: Dedric]
He was ready to pop em, he had 2 inna head
Gyeah, that's the story of a nigga wit sum lead (gyeah)
In the krib gluein my soundproofin to the wall
Like my plans and my graffiti made on top of my homework
Later on I play GTA, the only game
That represent better me and my life
Told the homie not to get engaged
Or his album gone be a fucckin flop
Clutchin my Retta on my room windowsill
Wit tha intention to sell
[Hook: Dedric]
Kall him L. A. Deuce, fenna tell yu the story of this dude dawg
Round tha bity strapped up wit niggas havin 9 of them Deuce Deuce’s dawg
They shot his homie in L.A., turned round and kapped him inna bacck
He can't realize that he dead, so he keeps on be willing to refuse his death
Kall him L. A. Deuce, fenna tell yu the story of this dude dawg
Round tha bity strapped up wit niggas havin 9 of them Deuce Deuce’s dawg
They shot his homie in L.A., turned round and kapped him inna bacck
He can't realize that he dead, so he keeps on be willing to refuse his death
[Outro: Dedric]
L. A. nigga, West Coast
(He was ready to pop em, he had 2 inna head)
