Clipse - Young Boy - Sözleri

You out of line (*repeated throughout song*)



[Chorus: Pharell]

Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout

When I was a young boy

My mama always told me don't take no shit

Motherf**ker hit you then you better hit 'em back

So when I hit the nigga it could Breeeeeak

Nigga out of line



[Verse 1: Malice]

Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks

Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracks

Never stood a chance, exposed from way back

Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax

I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door

That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw

See in my household it was quite unique

Playin hide and seek, you might find a key

Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental

Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental

Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6

And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich

How I turned out let it be no surprise

When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes

See, my family got a history of hustlers

Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother

Its tradition



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Pusha T]

My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there

What's my excuse

Cartoons were the root

Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in

palm of the hand, what couln't I demand

 

See, thirteen

Studied the gangsta's lean

Low brim, no smile

Lotta cash meanwhile

Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey

Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie

With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes

Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough

Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze

In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul

Tha streets had me to mold

Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen

Rebel like Shake Rivera

Tyco RC versus Carrera



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Malice]

I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em

She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum

Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure

Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure

The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle

Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle

Let that explain me and how I got involved

Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal

[Pusha T]

Age Fifteen

Walkin through the hallway, plate the new Jordans

First ones on the scene

See I could afford 'em, Livin out a dream

Hustler on the rise, laces untied

Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride

Didn't know I was knotted in street ties

Teachers askin' how and why

Bitches passin' by

Oh my, he's so gangsta



[Chorus]








		
			



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