Lyrics:
The stories we tell will ride high in the sky
The difference will rise and young mothers will cry
The caskets will close and white doves they will fly
An eye
Die young
Die young
Life's not that serious
Ride ride 305 I'm feeling this
Man you could get lost
In a place like this
Some people plead for they
Shout out Chedda Musik
"Dmac produced it"
I be on the search again
For some good friends
Some good times
Some great drugs
Some great minds
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
premature as Biz Markie
Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'
You respect white people more than you love black people
Shit, I let you
Created by white men or any other white man
That pretended he originated
And contended that he innovated a jazz thing
Of course we know who can really blow
us
Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap
the full thing just saying where do I sign
People die before the age of 18
Playing the challenge is my cup of tea
Slave and in prison in their own minds
Why
part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young
When I was a young man, I had to kick and scratch and claw
Now it's like top gun in the Old
When we were kids, when we were kids
We could live forever and die together
When we were young, when we were young
We could live forever and die
When we were kids, when we were kids
We could live forever and die together
When we were young, when we were young
We could live forever and die
Remember the good and learn from the bad don't stray
From this path you're on it's going to be long just take it day by day
Some people may do you wrong
I just want the good times again
Wishing I could live the good times again, uh
I just want to die with friends
Sitting at my deathbed sipping
do
How come all the good people gotta die young
And I'm still breathing so what have I done
Maybe it's the smoke all up in my lungs
Maybe it's my
Right)
No, that's Cocaine White (That's Right)
Cocaine White
Freeway
Yea, We was young bucks, trying to get our bucks right
We was grinding, we
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high and then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm
Lord please don’t take me
Why the good die young
Turn that bitch off safety
We gotta ride wit one
Let a pussy nigga take me
No I can’t die for none
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn
I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
of shiny Stacey Adams
I'm gon' pull myself up by my wingtips and look good doing it
I'm the double talking, double consciousness of Du Bois
and the glorious,
must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old
And the young bird's eyes
Do always glow
us
Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was tore up, sippin' on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap
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