Yeah, ha-ha yeah, that′s right!

The F.A's comin′ straight from the wild, wild west

Look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce

Pop's on his fix, mom's stuck on that crazy juice

Went to school, it′s all cool but in Junior High

Little hooker in the bathroom gettin′ high

What she doing? What she smoking? Nobody knows

Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose?

A badass broad runnin' with the girl gang

Just got some tat′s, talkin' all that girl slang

First one to slap, because la vida dont matter

Wip out a cuete watch your brain get splattered

Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that

Beating up fools with a baseball bat

Started having sex at only 15

Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean

Got pregnant had a baby in December

That won′t see the daddy 'til next September

Mom′s and pop's gave her the boot

Kicked her out la casa, now what Raza?

With the money she got, she bought a spot of the block

Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks

Now she′s 23 her four kids all alone, and loc′ed out

And plus shes all smoked out, the base face

You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears

Of a life long cries

They was headed for self destruction

Conjunction Junction (hey yo), what's your Function?

Her own kids gotta help, ′cause they knew she was slippin'

Took the devil away homegirl, you was slippin′

Slippin' into darkness

(When you slip you trip and fall)

Slippin′ into Darkness

(Ain't no sense to give y'all no love at all)

Slippin′ into darkness

(When you slip you trip and fall)

Slippin′ into Darkness

(Ain't no sense to give y′all no love at all)

They say we're slipping, as a whole one race

So, what we gonna choose, don′t want the blues

I turn to the news and what do I see?

"Everybody in the world ready to D-I-E"

We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns

Whites against whites, from governments to undergrounds

So, peep the sound as it bumps through yo' stereo

Ear to yo′ brain now check out the scenerio

Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods

Pesadillas, Crips and Bloods

Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and Killas

O.G., Macks, and the big Coca Dealers

We got homeboys who just like kicking it

And Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it

"You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat"

So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat

Slippin′ into darkness

(When you slip you trip and fall)

Slippin′ into Darkness

(Ain't no sense to give y′all no love at all)

Slippin' into darkness

(When you slip you trip and fall)

Slippin′ into Darkness

(Ain't no sense to give y′all no love at all)

They tryna ban me 'cause our brothers makin' noise a lot

I′ll tell that esses in a boys a bunch of poison clocks

They got me trappin′, I'll trap gettin′ hotter

Runnin' from the cop as I try to cop my glock

The war won′t stop

That's why they wanna ban the music

You ever notice how the cops can′t stand the music?

See a black man coolin' wit' a mexican?

We can all have peace, summer sets again

Give a shoutout to my homies indepen′

They try to keep us down but we clown everytime we hit the top ten

Once again, it′s your friend outta Oakland, hopin'

To keep the hip-hop clubs open

Now we can fight, let ′em close and loof

We can have beefs at show, so we control

Now ain't nobody gettin′ paid, it's a damn shame

Why gang bang brothas in the same gang?

They say security′s to blame, 'cause they lettin' it off

Brothas come to have fun but they settin′ it off

One time, make it worse when they sweat us

Send a army of pigs to come get us

So I′m runnin' outta time and it′s cool down with the Aztecs

And it's also called soul food