down with his shotguns 'Cause we were runnin' down his crops And I reckon he's still wonderin' who that was But that was us Now some of these old local boys
night, we hit another city Cold macking in the game is all we do Me and the boys called "The Dangerous Crew" I used to be local till I signed with Jive
go outdoors I had a cousin named Ant Dead, they say the young man only died by the head The streets all we got it Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype Teach
firm, Plus im extra pissed the D's just locked Termz, Little dickhead youts don't they know Im old-school? I aint hiding like you fam I'm local, Dickheads
up) Mr. Shady will be your new substitute While Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (He's got AIDS) Good luck Mr. Shady Hi there little boys and girls
trouble Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains She's deaf in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane
, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys Or your local neighborhood robbers Baby, I got to keep on pushin'
, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Travis Look mom no hands Yer little boys a
I'm in the back Changin my outfit He said blink We gonna send the hounds in I said wait Cause here I come Here I come Here I come You boys get ready
on the streets 'n make sure the police hate 'em And feed the public phony information on the evening news Kids may bomb police stations, to get at the boys
A bunch of wild boys was hanging around At the local neighborhood saloon And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox Playing all the favorite
ghosts Ghostbusters Ghostbusters All alone on the phone So whassup with that noise? The wife's at work and I'm no jerk And I just left my boys At school
[R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, yo I'm the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymer Banned local bar fighter Hide your kids, pedophiler Lowlifer, advise
Overtime, al night Try'na make a fat knock Swell in my pocket Like I'm carryin' a loaf of bread Been around the world But I still love local head Got
Attention all parents Report to your local therapist Report to your local church Report to your local police department, it's goin' down Carry into my
straight, way before 1988 (8) I used to quarterback weight (weight) Did whatever it had to take to put out my first tape (tape) Tryin to outsmart the boys
' shows I remember when I couldn't even fill the first two rows I thought I was bout to blow Guess I didn't go to bed City of the Lost Boys They be acting