Lyrics:
Told my brother
I was out here to get it
Only right to put on for the city
Ik niggaz that’ll kill u for pennies
Murk a nigga and go read me a scripture
to mention I'm spending out my pension
No no no no
The reason I hung in
Cause this right here ain't no country for young men
Sunny you done fucked up
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a young boy this is all i prayed for
Since a young boy this is all i prayed for
Since a young nigga this is all i prayed for
Now I'm here looking down
where we're supposed to be we
We talk about how shit our lives have been
I look at you and you kiss me
Cuz we are young oh
Yeah we are young oh
And I
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
you knew by now
You can't do that to the young folks
Oh, no no no no
You might not like it but I've got to tell you
Gotta tell you
You'd better
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
young and free
When we first made love
All the way when I use to live on Forrest Boulevard
Now I'm all the way in L.A wishing you were here with me
We
young and free
When we first made love
All the way when I use to live on Forrest Boulevard
Now I'm all the way in L.A wishing you were here with me
We
would prevail
Starships at sail
And none of us would fail in this life
Not when you're young
We were drawn to whoever could keep us together
And bound by
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Yeah
You're so young, you have no idea what the hell you've got into
You're so young, you have no idea what the hell you've got into
You're so busy
rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
[Chorus]
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
Ain't nothing you gon'
A young nigga got it
Im In A Foreign Im Smoking Exotic I Got A Bad Little Bitch
She Exotic Come Here Girl Let me Touch on Your Body come here girl
Let me
as you are, it?s much better by far
To be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you'll derive out of being alive
And here is
as you are, it's much better by far
To be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you'll derive out of being alive
And here is
laugh at impostors
When I was young, I did my best to applaud first
When I was young, I could slay you without words
uh
My old habits hold me down by
enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you
Been an outcast since I was a teen
But I outlast 'cause I outblast anybody you bring
Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz
Then I showed
world we are the children
It’s a young boys world out here
We gotta dredge-it up and down these
Blocks you got to know
It’s a young boys world out here
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