chop it up like confetti I go to the extreme, to keep my pockets laced with feddy Hard times got a young nigga currency chasing Cause only time will tell
tatted up, no doubt, no doubt (Islamic, won't matter to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off
scar, Young nation, no revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just
the bible I read See the meek shall inherit the earth And the strong will lead Hittin' weed like it alright I'm in the studio Making music all night
Music's played by the mad men Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever? Forever young, I want to be forever young
(feat. Locie Loc) (... it's because they was bitches) I'm loved by many, hated by most But respected by all, 'cause the Loc stares at young whore I
that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
over muh'fuckin record deals Ain't shit changed nigga and it never will [Hook x4] Yeah mayne, knahmsayin... [music fades out]
in me) In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E) A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes Tell
came to a fork in it, Good or bad, I'm a still be the nigga winnin, NOW But tomorrow ain't guaranteed. Maybe I can see the future through my young seeds
the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls planted bombs now i possess the blueprint i counter the message you sent no longer will you slander and tamper w/our music
truck When the Old Man was passed out drunk Three neightborhood kids took me to a rock 'n roll concert The kind of music, old-school funk It was the first time I got off the truck The music
sparkling sky, the silent touch of vivid grace. your hand fits mine like a perfect match. we kids in lust and the night is young the dance we share will
will always take time I'm lookin for a girl that I can call mine When she walk down the street, the sun will shine And to all the young ladies, I'm talkin
, say James Browwwwwn (James Browwwwwn) (James Browwwwwn, say James Browwwwwn) Yo! Say nobody gives more music (Ain't nobody gives more music) Aha ha! (I say nobody gives more music
hell flyin' thorough palmdale Skatin on Dayton rims So roll roll roll the '83 cadilaac coupe deville If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will
