Poor Young Dave
    (专辑: West Coast Ridah - 2012)
    
    There once was a 
kid by the 
name of Dave  Who stayed in the 
mix and never ever obeyed  He paid no attention to the 
shit that was taught to him  Always stay strapped for the 
shit that was brought to him  This nigga was a 
motherfucking fool  Only 13, fucking bitches in high school  Laid back, his game was trump tight  He was chilling in the 
day time, clocking at night  Makes me wanna holla cause the 
dollar he kept  As he grows in his game, going step by step  To the 
status of an Al Capone, Mr. Big 6 
in the 
game of bones  But you know what they say. What goes up must come down  So just peep what I 
speak as you focus to the 
sound   A 
little bitty nigga by the 
name of Dave  Who was known through the 
hood cause he misbehaved  But when the 
cavi got plucked it was time to get paid  Sack his shit out in dumps, now he's on his way   Mischievous and devious, that's how his life was  Putting they swerve down a 
cavi just to keep the 
pluck of bud  Some of the 
money making motherfuckers from the 
other side  Was thinking 'bout a 
jack move tryna hoo ride  Getting jealous cause my nigga got the 
dope game sewn up  Them niggas tried to trip, biddy biddy back, they got blown up  Blown up a 
lot, you could still get shot  You don't never play a 
motherfucker out for his knot  Rule number 1 
pay attention to the 
shit  Don't be fucking with them little niggas, they ain't to be fucked with  Kept getting it on to the 
break of dawn  Now he's known for serving more than I 
own  He's got a 
187 on his motherfucking chest  A 
strap in his lap and a 
bulletproof vest  Looking for the 
niggas from the 
night before  So he can blast they ass but he don't know they at his back door   Dave on a 
mission out to set trip  But one of his homies is a 
motherfucking snitch  Some nigga named Mick from around the 
way  They said we'll give you 20 G's if you show us where he stay   A 
dude named Dave caught up in the 
drive-by  Tears from his mother, watching her son die  Set trippin, somebody slipping, bullets zipping  Dave gone for good, now his moms is flipping  No need for crying nor dying Dave is dead  Point blank, he took a 9 
slug to the 
head  Davey, the 
wannabe gangsta from the 
hood  He wasn't that bad and he wasn't that good  All he understood was get crazy blitz  So he bought some of that to get some of this  This got him back but that went to them  Them being they who made his head lay  He didn't obey he said he made this cash  Crash from the 
gun, Dave lies in ash  Smash, it hits the 
front page quick  Now business is conducted by that fool named Mick  Mick, fell for the 
trick and he'll be dying and his moms will be crying