Lyrics:
young and afraid
Row across the straits
Coastguard when in Spain
They trying to ship you back it's a false start to your fate
But Red Cross lady knows
dang-a-lang
Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby
Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby
I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them
the uncharted lands of the West Pacific islands
Hypnotized by horizons
Evil mistress, black widow of the brimstone
Skeletons in every closet, close
hoes
Get ya ear out the way this grown folks talk
109 you can catch me at the drive
West side nigga, ain't side with no lame nigga
Said what I said, no
or damned
For Dora Hand
Now to the Dodge folk she was an Angel
They called her "Lady Bountiful" by day, and "Queen Of Fairy Belles" by night
She was
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
days and years past when you add it up that's life boy
My young nigga said Josh I ain't you ion work for these white folk
Big Soulja got the Draco I got
Yuh, ay, yuh
I'm on my classy shit
Huh?
You best be using your manners young man or you're gonna see damages
Oh my god
And please do not speak while
were very young and very angry
Flexing our bird chest and hitting our pushups all over the floor
Throwing up our set we was repping Folks and GD 7-4
hunches Like old folks I stay young
Body paint shawty with slow strokes
Sun kissed Chain color yolk
Get it cracking till I'm living on sunny dummy
Stay
*Whatever goes around*
This song my grandma teach me when am very young
Is what am dancing now that am very strong
Never put your hope on someone
want ya'll to dance
Young and old
This is universal
You feel what i'm sayin
Mishon and Doe Mac
How heavy is that?
Come on people let's work
I said move
bidding and I base it on past form
Horses like folk, project figures from the stats, or
Follow your heart to exactly the same end
Ageing with the pages,
hear Satan spit a message on Earth
I'm the illest west of Lincoln Boulevard
Don't make me pull a card out and
Show you how it was earned
I'm pastor quite
The following are excerpts from handwritten notes discovered
Secreted in a hidden alcove in the west wing
Of the Phillips-Ervin Museum, London,
to celebrate
Two, three
Headin' west out of town down a blacktop road
Folks are comin' by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode
You better bring
got a young ho
I shoot a nigga in his face and slap a dumb ho
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Yo ho stay squakin
She need to shut the fuck up, grown folk talkin
Kurupt, young Gotti
West Coast, East Coast nigga
Raw doggs
(Chorus)
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
grenades
Live ammo, 'cause it's been on the stage
Cutthroat, corrupt folks
Pressure to much to cope
We see a woman get jumped by young punks
High off
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
we was young, dumb and broke in high school
And we would dodge guns and swung on those in piru
And would ride, live and die by one concise rule
Young soul with a passion for action,
Wild life full of fatal attractions
Live free but we trapped in attachments
New jacks always end up a has been
as we touchdown
Yeah yeah
Im kicking shit With Young Roe
Told joe We gone buss down dem bows
Caught a flight
Now we on the west coast
I’m
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