Testi:
Die Young Fool S Gold

caskets It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s**t, it's like

caskets It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s**t, it's like

front, this is from the heart, punk He that disagrees, D-Loc will just stomp That's the routine, I don't give a fuck Niggas jock, cause that's the name of this cut So I expect that from young

I'm the fly young kid out the L.O.U, I stay fresher than a par of them nike shoes, got my fitted, gold grill and my blockas to, I treat a nigga like

m pullin' texts out for war 'Cause I ain't get that cut Fuck y'all 's what Exile's for See I'm the MC and he's the DJ Manipulate the MP to translate what

Louieville Sluggah] We be ya gun busters, your gold rushers Quick to touch and stuff ya, D.O. quicker picker upper, truth [Starang Wondah] My mind dwellin, there's

combat karate It's some a that southern young fool [P-Folk:] Now what's up? I look in the rearview mirror Chevy Astro van's suspicious Usin' my brain

) [Famous:] Me? You know me, ha The one, the only, hey homie Fame ain't the problem, it's the one's that pho-ny The game ain't the problem, just the

to shake that fool) So I smashed on my pedal and rolled down Golden Gate And threw these motherfuckin' kis in the lake [Verse 2] Guess who comes through, it's a fool