Snoop Dogg Poor Young Dave song lyrics

There once was a kid by the name of Dave

Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed

He paid no attention at the shit that we talked to him

Always stay fly for the shit that was brought to him

This nigga was a motherfuckin' fool

Only 13, fuckin' bitches in highschool

Laid back, his game was trunk tight

He was chillin' in the day time, cluckin' at night

Makes me wanna halla cause the dollar he got

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 plea what I see as you fall into the fam

I met a little nigga by the name of Dave

Who was known in the hood cause he misbehaved

But when the cabbie got plucked it was time to get paid

Sack his shit out in dumps, now he's on his way

Mischevious and devious, that's how his life was

When they swerve down a cabbie just to keep the pluck alive

So of the make a motherfucker from the other side

Was thinking 'bout a jag move tryna move by

It is yellest cause my nigga got the dope game sod up

You niggas tryna trip, bitta bitta back, they got blown up

Blown up a lot, you could still get shot

You will never play a motherfucker out on his nut

Rule no. 1, pay attention to this shit

Though we fuckin' with them little niggas, they ain't to be fucked with

Chuck getting it on to the break of dawn

Now he's known but sudden more than I own

He's got a 1 Mick 7 on his motherfuckin' chest

A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest

Lookin' for the niggas from the night befo'

So we can clash they ass but he don't know they had his back though

He ain't gone in mission, it's just that trip

But one of his homies is a motherfuckin' snitch

The nigga lay me 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, watchin' her son die

That trip, somebody slippin', bullet, zippin'

Dave gone for good, now his mom's flippin'

No need for playing on dying David dear

Point blank, he took a 9 slug to the head

David, the wannabe gangsta from the hood

He wasn't that bad and he wasn't that good

All he understood was did crazy lists

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 know Ray, he said he made this cash

Crash from the gun, their lives in ash

Smash, he hitched the frontpage quick

Not fair cause this conducted by that fool named Mick

Mick, double the trick and he'll be dyin' and his moms will be cryin'