I'm a little boy, you're a little girl Once upon a time Time's getting on, time's over now No time before it's too soon No time after it's too late Time's getting old, time's over now Don't try to be on time Don't try to run after time

Just like the crow chasing the butterfly Dandelions lost in the summer sky Cause when you and I were gettin' high as outer space I never thought you would slip away I guess I was just a little too late I painted your room at midnight So I'd know

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks I feel no shame I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks One thing I know No matter where I go You get a line, I'll get a pole We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole Five-card poker

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it

You got to come back for more Hey little thing, let me light your candle' Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Once it come along a dime by the dozen Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Pretty little thing, let me light

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

You don't have to be old to be wise I grow sick and tired of the same old lies Might look a little young So what's wrong I've had enough of being programmed And told what I ought to do Let's get one thing straight I'll choose my fate And it's got nothing

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight I pray the Lord my soul to keep Say your prayers little one Don't forget, my son To include everyone Tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from sin Till the sandman he comes

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a