The More Medicated, The More Dedicated.

Nobody Cared About The Riot Until They Thought It Might Spill Into Their Nice Neighborhoods. Then They Got Scared And Called The National Guard.

Now On The First Day Of Christmas, My Homeboy Gave To Me A Sack Of The Krazy Glue And Told Me To Smoke It Up Slowly. Now On The Second Day Of Christmas, My Homeboy Gave To Me A Fifth Of Hendog And Told Me To Take My Mind Off That Weed. Now By The Third Day Of Christmas, My Big Homeboy Gave To Me A Whole Lot Of Everything, And It Wasn't Nuthin' But Game To Me.

I Think It's Too Late For Prayin, Hold Up, A Voice Spoke To Me And It Slowly Started Sayin' 'bring Your Lifestyle To Me I'll Make It Better. I'll Make Your Life Better Than You Can Imagine Or Even Dreamed Of.' I See Demons. So Relax Your Soul Let Me Take Control. You Go Down With The Devil. Now Roam Through The Depths Of Hell, Where The Rest Your Homeboys Dwell.

Drugs Are So Easy To Get In The Ghetto. They Might Not Be Easy To Get In Nice Areas Like Beverly Hills, But In Long Beach And Compton And South Central They're Easy To Get. They Don't Drop Those Drugs Off In Beverly Hills. They Drop Them Off In The Ghetto. Then They Tell Us It's Wrong To Sell Them. Well, We Didn't Bring Them Here. We Just Sell Them. I Was Selling, Like I Sold Newspapers.

It Ain't No Fun If The Homies Can't Have None.