213 Lil Girl Lyrics
            [Nate Dogg]
            Lil' girl from the ghetto
            Ran away from home
            She ran away from home (Nananana)
            Tried to be a f___ing woman
            Acting way too grown (Tooo grown, whoa whoa)
            Then she ran across the border
            Homie, 24-inch chromes (24-inch chromes nananana)
            Now she walking down the track, stripping
            With them brand new high heels on (Hahaha good God)
        
            [Warren G]
            She too young for me so I passed her to the next dude
            Got hood fame, what a shame what X' do
            Hang with a crew that love getting revenue
            With a description of 1972
            Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the side
            24s gleaming, sitting up high?
            Ride and won't die but you young b____
            Spit words so fly, get you sprung, b____
            Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan fame
            Trying to replace him with modern day game (We don't hate)
            Then shoot if you mess with his prostitute
            And what I hear, he got a lot to shoot
            Now what if dude get your crew Slick got one too?
            Don't let the pimpin' fool you, he got hot ones too
            Blew his brains out, now he catching chain out to Chino's
            Slick got caught up f___ing with a young dogg
        
            [Snoop Dogg]
            My n____ Slick was a g_______ m_________ing lunatic
            n____ out to get a grip, sworn in to do this s___
            n____ only do this s___ and make this s___ official
            A little bitty n____ quick to hit you with the pistol
            Ain't no m_________ers squabbin' me, and that's on 20s
            Plenty n____z felt the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast
            Ask Cuz on the corner with the bullet holes his chest blast
            Dumb-dumb don't want come test
            Cuz he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck
            Demanding respect, Crip or die, is how he ride
            Long Beach, East Side roll in two times
            Every n____ on the yard know Cuz' rep
            A straight gangsta for life, and I love that
            It's not just a job, fool it's a lifestyle
            And when you're slipping, woo-wam-lights-out
        
            [Nate Dogg]
            Lil' boy from the ghetto
            You're greased up khaki's on (Nananana)
            Used to be a ball player, homie
            What the f___ went wrong? (Whoa whoa)
            Used to see him on the corner daily
            Hand up on his throne (Ahh yeah nananana)
            Tried to knock him off a bank recently
            25 to life, so long, he gone
        
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