No Te Vi Crecer

I scraped together some cash for some joints
And bought a rolling paper
I went to the dealer's place
He got all snooty
Didn't want to serve me
I know it's late
That's why I was wound up
Upset, maybe high
You act like a dealer, tip the scale
And cut my paper
Dealer, what's gotten into you

I'm gonna mess you up real bad
With my .45, I'll snatch your stash
You'll die with nothing to your name
For being a dealer and a fool