Nickel Slick Nigga

The setting is a cool breeze day
Where it takes place in the city of L.A
I'm nine years old to be exact

Checkered Bell bottoms, brown shirt with a dusty ass cap
Going to the ABC market
Had to get some new biscuits, two dollars would've bought it
Proceeding up the street while I'm humming a tune
The first time I witness somebody's trying to jack move
If I'm correct it was a Elko trying to jack a six-fo'
Niggas trying to tiptoe and yo

Pointing the gauges, trying to take the brother's Yale
He saw what was up, got out the vehicle and bailed
He just had to run in my direction
But they smoked his ass, now he's next to the sports section
But the nigga dropped the yellow on the ground
So then I picked the shit up, ran down and around the corner
Yo, I threw a nearby alley
Escaped through a tiny gate
I was a nickel slick nigga

I was a nickel slick nigga
I was a nickel slick nigga
I was a nickel slick nigga

Huffing and puffing but I finally got to the pad
My mother asked where I was at
I said "Yo, I was over Snow's house playing some marks"
She believed what I said, so I went to my cool
You see, I shared rooms with my cousin that was mentally slow
But he was big ass buck, 6'5", 300 pounds or more
Nickname Big Truck
Took the sack out my pants, unraveled the product
Told my cousin we gotta hustle and bustle to make money back

I'll make connections, you watch my back
Set up a program called the lemonade stand
But I wasn't selling drinks, I was selling big bands
And bundles and boulders of dub, yeah
At this time I was getting more pub
Yo, from this cluck and that cluck
And everybody want a cluck cluck
But me and Truck, we didn't give a fuck

But the spot got hot, police raid
They took Truck to jail, but me, I got away
I was a nickel slick nigga

I was a nickel slick nigga
I was a nickel slick nigga
I was a nickel slick nigga

Four years passed, now I'm thirteen

Bought me a duster to go undercover
My cousin's jail sentence was almost finished

Now we back in the streets in the mix in it to win it
Pulling cards, checking fools, taking names down

Now my status for balling was set to the ground
Other hustlers knew I was doing my best
'Cause I was a balling young ass nigga from the West
Had a pimped out crib in Pomona
Not far from the city so that way I can hit corners
Now who would expect this little juvenile punk
Straight balling y'all as they kept on falling for it
It was a smooth operation you see
'Cause I had the look your whole fucking family would love me
Five years through, now I'm eighteen

Sold a lot of product so they start calling me Cocaine
At this time I was busting funky rhymes
Hooked the shit up with ABCM, now I'm getting mine
Lay Law was in effect and he said "Let's do this"
Gave my shit to E, then I signed with Ruthless
But Truck was left on the spot, hmm, what I do?
Hooked a nigga up with that cocaine rock
Now Truck was getting paper from the yayo

Me, I'm getting paid from my motherfucking record sales
So there it is, a player getting bigger
I guess I joined the whole organization of nickel slick niggas

Yo Stan, won't you play some nickel slick for a nigga right here