up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young
in the crowd and Young and sexy with that freaky freaky style Walk through the party and get the club buck wild Walk through the party and get the club buck
I'm still a sucker for cornrows, you know I never changed that Your body is banging, mama but where your brains at? (Come on) I'm still the same cat, when I was young
tell the truth rappers you don't ball like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin' up and comin' young hustlers and cluckers Bangin
rollin' She said I was too ghetto and that a brother from the ghetto Couldn't give her nothin' but hard times and trouble But bein' I was young and
All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha
know one thing i bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, i did it for the troop. And its the young Don still rep hoover blue
my crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this
I'll cry Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8ball, MJG Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil? Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck
flex joint, Pete Rock joint Dj clue joint, even royal flush joint And a hundred other records, you get the point I used to hang with him You know I bang bang
for my peoplez who are dying all We trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on [killa sin] Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger
a cold thang, can you dig it man? The show man, I wish I had your game, look at young dog do your own thang Them bitch ass niggers ... buck em no, stay
like Ya smell me? Word up to all them gangster niggas All them gangster niggas, man All them gang bangin' niggas in L.A All them niggas in Little Rock, Arkansas Bang, bang
vida loca Giving you a taste, got the mad dog on my face Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the three shots Bang bang bang, then walk away like
to all Mitch Bader's Be Jealous, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love [Verse 1] Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang
the late night at Ms. White's I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play fight Then one night, We came up with Vill Young thugs dump drugs Nigga hungry for meals Young
motherfucker,even yours you motherfuckers Tech N9ne is a motherfucker,iA'll dispose of you motherfuckers pros,they wonna suck us,+Mitch Bade+ niggaz wanna buck