Текст песни 9th Wonder — Trevor An' Them

Now there's one in my hood off Pico or some shit,
Through the years it's been the epicenter for a lot of dumb shit,
Let me tell you about this one trip to the store,
On the early morning tip some time round four.
I was standin' by the magazines readin' a Maxim,
When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him
To empty out the register. Nah, that can't be Trevor!
Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang,
Who if his head wasn't screwed on, he would lose his brain.
He was with two other dudes, never knew their names,
I thought, “Great!” It was time for me to shake
But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say, “Wait!»
When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it,
I was about to leave, that's when that nigga blew it,
He lifted up his mask and said, «Hey, Murs, it's me, Trevor!»
I said, «You dumb mothafucka, do you use your brain, ever?»
Never mind, I turned around gave the deuce,
Walkin' to the car feelin' like Q in Juice,
Remember when he went in the bar and Blizzard let him loose?
Anyway here comes this nigga runnin', big bag of money,
He hopped in ride, I said, «You goddamn dummy,
They got yo ass on tape!» — «But they didn't see my face.»
«Well, they got my car and my fuckin' license plate,
Man, get the fuck on!» — «Murs, why you gotta hate?»
«Hate nor love got shit to do with this,
You better run ‘fore the fives come through this bitch,
You know you got two strikes, you better use them new Nikes
To dodge all them blue lights.» He looked and said, «You right!»
Then he bolted up the street,
Once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief,
But that was right before I peeped, this dumb mothafucka
Left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat.