't wait that long To feel your love coming down I can't wait that long I've seen it before and there's nowhere to run Run away, my wild child Deep in
Al and Ron-G, Stick to Kiwi T-O-B-E, and 3-8 and D My peeps at A.G., Smooth and Big D Wild Child and 3, Duke and Jimmy D Them boys off Botany, Lil' Ke
la la, I shed tears. [Verse 1:] A poor black ghetto child, He can't shoot and he can't go run them out, There's no school and the kids go runnin wild
It's done by the brothers with the hi-top fades It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild It's done by all, man or child Keep shakin' your head, like a
devil's work, the Lord can't save ya We got it bad, that freaky behavior [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] To some she's shy and to others she's wild But to her
yo ni**a man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And
checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there, Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared, Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive, I'm different
, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame [Young Noble] Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't
was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion Cause wild seeds can't grow, we
(Come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this don't waste time, (??) jump to the beat then j-u-m-p! come on y'all, come
(Come, come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this jump to the beat then j
Yes Y'all I guess y'all now what the fuck y'all thought I had it bucked y'all I didn't just touch y'all all balls don't bounce bounce, bounce bounce,
ma lay it on your right now) (Rock and you don't stop) (Rock on) (Rock and you don't stop) (Rock on) (Rock and you don't stop) (Rock on) (Rock and you don't
your type, don't gun snipe or gripe But couldn't get doper than this unless it came through a pipe I'm trying to tell y'all, 'Tics drop shit, we here
torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put
before perfecting my style Even with a deal I got more bills than Destiny's Child Y'all know it's like that, so fight back I'm reckless and wild [Hook
to subject to discussion Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford to get broken with