The Kids

Deuce: Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangstas 40s and the bling bling sidekicks Rolling with the cleanest feel Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow Shake that ass like you care Wave your hands in the air I go no, no, no When I see J-Dog, Darth, The Sun Go

They're taking her children away because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away because she was making it with sisters and brothers And everyone else, all of the others like cheap officers who would stand there and flirt

Drug boy steady show time Streets don't give a damn They're filled with such pollution The kids don't stand a chance We're trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hand We're filled with so much hatred The kids don't stand a chance I said the kid