My Boy D
Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Spoken sample:] Now, we know that the first four letters in the word "reality" are "real," okay? And it's getting serious… you know, that's keeping it real, you know what I'm saying?… And, at that time, gangsta rap was really turning into a game, so it was kinda like… nobody had no money from rap, nobody had no house on MTV Cribs, you hearing me?… Know what I mean, 'cause nobody had any money, it was more-or-less about money…
[Double K:]
The year was summer, 1972, young black male
Graduated fresh out of high school, dreams of hitting college
He heard about the parties and had a taste for knowledge
But wasn't aware of fees, tuition, books, and housing
Scholarships not rolling in, and Mama worked two jobs
Daddy left home years ago, owed money to the mob
So the boy went for dolo, and raised himself
He took money from the wealthy, put it on his mama's shelf
Anyway, he got a letter in the mail one day
Thought it was his ticket, opened it, he was on his way
But damn! No assistance from the government
Looked out on his block, and thought about hugging it
Heard a couple stories about this cat around the corner
Who had a clean Brougham with diamond in the back
Every time that brother rolled by, he tipped his hat
He wanted that, if he couldn't hit the books
Never in his black dreams did he think of being a crook
But look, no jobs getting offered by the man
He put a hole in his basketball and came up with another plan
(["D" (Double K):] Yo, I'm not even playing, can you dig it? I'm about to go around the corner. I'mma talk to that man with that hat on, and I'mma get me some of that money out there 'cause I ain't even playing around, man. I'm trying to get some money, man!)
[Both:] Said, my boy's D, got a white Cadillac
Yeah, you can get it, but you're never coming back
See, my boy's D, got a white Cadillac
Sunroof, window tint, diamond in the back
Yeah, my boy's D, he got a white Cadillac
Yeah, you can get it, but you're never coming back
Said, my boy's D, he got a white Cadillac
Sunroof, window tint, diamond in the back
[Thes One:]
He's in and out of jails, in and out of bars
Wood-trimmed county courtrooms and wood-trimmed cars
It keeps him Hollywood Swinging in the shadows with the stars
Eighty blocks from the studi-box, roll down the boulevard real slow
The hustler making dough the Greyhound runaways
A pocket full of cash flow, keep every last ho on astro on East Melrose
The butterfly lapel and red rose and the Shirelles
So he's always moving slow in the Coupe de Ville
He got the six-shot revolver, he shoot to kill
He gives the Abba-Zaba to the children living on his block
He doesn't talk no talk, he just walks the walk
And now one of them is going, and he wants to have his back
Friday night, Soul Revue, he said let's meet at Maverick's Flat
Got the booth in the back with the red telephone
"Young man, call your mama, tell her you ain't coming home"
The first task, hit on the flask, chisel the glass
Welcome to the rest of your life, you're first, then you're last
Now, let's go…
([Drug dealer (Double K):] You take this, put it in your pocket, we gonna make some dough…)
[Both:] Said, my boy's D, got a white Cadillac
Yeah, you can get it, but you're never coming back
See, my boy's D, got a white Cadillac
Sunroof, window tint, diamond in the back
Yeah, my boy's D, he got a white Cadillac
Yeah, you can get it, but you're never coming back
Said, my boy's D, he got a white Cadillac
Sunroof, window tint, diamond in the back
[Double K:]
Now it's '79, we talking 'bout jail time
Got caught up selling dust off in the county line
He's having thoughts about the day he got that piece of mail
Was looking to meet his professor, instead he had smack to sell
Classic story, good brother gone bad
Could've been a little rider, if only he had his dad
It's kind of sad, but we all seen it plenty of times
Especially if you niggas heard some Ice T rhymes
([Spoken sample:] Word!)
[Thes One:] Alright, man. Kay, are my bars up?
[Double K:] Yeah, yeah, yeah, man. I got 'em, got 'em.
[Thes One:] Alright, hold up, lemme see… Alright: "Lyrical ma- ol' ma-"… Aw, f- what the f-
[Double K:] Ay-yo, yo, yo, yo, what's wrong with you, man?
[Thes One:] Fucking… my teeth hurt, man! I don't know, what the fuck, dude?
[Double K:] Yo, I think you might need to check that out, man.
[Thes One:] For real?
[Double K:] Yeah, you might need to get that checked out, man. Can't be rapping with a fucked-up tooth.
[Thes One:] Yeah, I guess you're right, man…
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This track appears on the following releases:
- Carried Away (2009) (CD & LP) - Om Records (OH 387)
