Young fella : all my ballers and ballets put ya hands in the air right now if you a diamond ballet please mama report to the dance floor young fella
Young fella : all my ballers and ballets put ya hands in the air right now if you a diamond ballet please mama report to the dance floor young fella i
worst They'd rather see you in a hearse than see you come in first I'm gettin gouda my nigga, I'm havin paper my fella Man I get to it my nigga, man
catchin fellins [Hook:] I cann tell you never had A nigga this young put it on ya Askin why i wint stay the night,and hold ya I can tell you never had A young
sour Spices herbs the sweet scent of flower We came out precisely the hour Clouds disappear the sun shows the power No chance of a probable shower I fell
the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more.... the second daughter how she fell young
struck me once, then struck me dead. My folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off
to fuck Now they keep fiendin' the dick like a duck and I fuck all simpin' ass hoes who don't let me rip Now take a trip wit' a young ass player, bitches
young This song is dedicated to all them Young kids and people that are innocent That died young At Columbine High Rest in Peace (Oklahoma) Outlawz Lil' young
homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now introducin Young
on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my
frying you, cause y'all don't know me [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall Thru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why) Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young
bitch You devils, are so two faceted Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame and gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gain Fuckin with the young
we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males
Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X) I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember