Hounddogz

The year is 87Back in the 12th grade G When I used to hang with CH to the IP hangin' in the halls Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz We got dissed cuz we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo Because it's all about self We used to try to get the number and the name But back then - they wanted mothafuckaz in the dope game We used to try to fuck with ho's In our graduatin' class there was no woman givin' up the ass We go to a dance, we see ho's rollin' eyes on my crew, But what the fuck can I do? They would'nt even give a nigga like me a chance thou [why?] Because my feet was my transport You ax 'em to dance they start to riff And on the way home niggaz never gave us a lift But now the tables turned around Every mothafucka and his mom would wanna be down