Next Time

[Sample] The next time that I see you I'm gonna blow your mind {gun shot} [Verse One] It was the junior year of high school when I first seen Quam He was picking on a freshman on the school front lawn But see Quam didn't go to high school over here His dumb ass flunked out before sophomore year So by my calculation it's like ummm, '95 He was freshman in my very first year of junior high So he's like 20, nah, come to think about it he's like 22 Picking on a civilian feeling raw with his crew So I just cut in, like what then, come tangle with me He couldn't lose face in front of other dudes from his street But I'm a hot head idiot with hands like a beast So I just stomped the clown out and took like three of his teeth So naturally like we raised to do in L.A. hoods He came back the next day with a rusty trey deuce I'm like, "Fool, put the gun away" but blaow it went off Hit my homeboy Dustin and put a bullet right in his heart He skipped town, last I heard Quam got 13 years But I be waiting when he get out in like four more years And I say... [Hook] The next time that I see you {gun shot} [Verse Two] I met Jilly on a late night food run out in New York Simultaneously grab the same bottle of hot sauce We talked after, laughing, what a cute accent He happened to have an older brother who lived out in Compton So I got home and we continued to swing We would Jet Blue bi-weekly or so it would seem I'd see her brother on the balcony, smoking a blunt I'd wave he'd brush me off like I'm just Johnny Go Punk Fuck it I'm sure hate the fact I'm with his baby sister And his daughter's babysitter, swear to God that I've been with her But whatever He don't have to like it, I don't give a shiggy He can be peace or up and come say something to me But instead, this dickhead did something far worse He start trying to dish dirt and when that shit ain't work He start freestyling and lying, fabricating my past Needless to say his little sister start to eat up that trash Then his punk ass pack bags and move to New York He would pick up all my calls and say "She don't wanna talk." Up and down I swear to God when me and him cross paths I'm gonna stick my whole left leg right up his ass [Hook] [Verse Three] I had a 9 to 5, work behind this cornball cat He used to write these sorry raps like PM Dawn just came back But that's beside the fact You see my ex-girlfriend Basically, well...you know...ha, she fucked him And I heard it like on Ghostface Ironman track 2 But whatever I'm so much better without that fool And I reached out like, "Sucker, call me up be a man." But my ex-girlfriend jumped in cause he's scared of Bam' Hot damn, no respect like he ain't know who I was He must've heard about that one bouncer I punch at the dub See that's the thing with me, as long as you can stand up and speak Don't be worried about the knuckles just come holler at me I'm all peace, but the second you go coward on me Motherfucker you another brother missing some teeth And I... [Hook]