Little Dominiques Nosebleed Part 1 - The Koreatown Oddity, Sudan Archives

Lo-lo-lo-lo-los Angeles, California

Lo-lo-lo-lo-los Angeles, California

Once upon a time in Los Angeles (Lo-lo-lo-lo-los Angeles, California)

There was a boy

Little Dominique on Saint Andrew’s and Fifth Street

So how I got my alias should not be a mystery

Surrounded by the culture, born to be down

I had a Cold Crush Brother cat-napping on my couch

In K-Town, when I was a child, chick-a-wow

He even taught my mama how to freestyle

Sitting on the floor, listening to her cassettes

I’m up in MC Trouble shortly after her death

And some Ice T, some Donald B, some Mix-A-Lot, Chubb Rock

Once upon a time in Los Angeles

There was a boy

Little Dominique on Saint Andrew’s and Fifth Street

So how I got my alias should not be a mystery

Playing Contra on Nintendo with the homie Marquis

Who lived a couple buildings over and was older than me

At World on Wheels, we could get in free when he was at the rink

Or at the crib staring at the TV

VCR playing Moonwalker on repeat

'Cause I used to eat corn on the cob with parmesan

From Elote man on my block and that shit was super bomb

Once upon a time in Los Angeles (Lo-lo-lo-lo-los Angeles, California)

There was a boy

Little Dominique in the car with his mom

On the way to the sitter in a white Nissan

Somebody call me a cab

Damn, I’m gon' bleed to death waiting on an ambulance

Tell my mama that (Hey, hey)

Ain’t no way to get no ambulance in the ghetto, right?

Unless you call up, «there's five niggas killing a white woman!»

Finna be past tense, I told you that it’s over

Two hundred tree rings, you watch a nigga earn 'em

No health insurance and that’s still what I need

You don’t know nothing 'bout little Dominique’s nosebleed

And, uh, what you got to do wit' it, little nigga?

(oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey)

Finna be past tense, I told you that it’s over

Two hundred tree rings, you watch a nigga earn 'em

No health insurance and that’s still what I need

You don’t know nothing 'bout little Dominique’s nosebleed

Oh my god, so we making a right turn, trying to mind our own business,

and this fool tries to make a U-turn and hits us dead on.

My baby hit his head

on the windshield.

Dominique, are you okay?

Oh my god, somebody call the

ambulance.

And then, he proceeded to try to keep going and the car wouldn’t

start.

So he got out the car, had the nerve to accuse me of doing something

wrong.

You big, burrito-eating, taco-eating, horchata-drinking,

chicken-catching motherfucker.

Oh, hell no.

Somebody going to jail tonight,

and it ain’t gon' be me.

Call the police!

Somebody call the police.

Dominique, are you okay?

Hold up, hold up, uh

Hold up right quick

When I said I don’t fuck with that coke shit, that’s one of the reasons

My nostrils had enough problems often with basic breathing

As a kid, I could suffocate in my sleep

My mom run in the room, say 'wake up, Dominique' (wake up, Dominique)

Let’s get you cleaned up, there’s blood on the pillows and sheets

I know you haven’t been able to rest comfortably since the accident

Believe you me, I wish it didn’t happen

And you didn’t have to go to the hospital so frequently

From a vessel in your nose that is so damaged

Sporadically it leaks on you, but don’t panic

Squeeze your nose closed, stop the blood flow

And tilt your head back slightly

Take a chill for a lil bit, you’ll be aight, see

Some things in life occur to build strength

And I know that you’re just a little kid but God’s got big plans for you if you

still here

Oh my god.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Is he gonna be okay?

Is his nose broken?

That motherfucker gon' pay.

Where he at?

Did he go to jail?

I need to put him in jail, or somebody gonna have to put me in jail.

Look what you did to my son, you motherfucker!

Oh my god!

Oh!