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2Pac - Young Black Male lyrics
Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with" -- Ice Cube] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["...ain't shit to fool with"] *runs backwards* Young black male! (2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"] (2Pac) Go nigga, go!! Verse One: Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack and fuck goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real nigga bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle that shit! Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga! You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? Fuck you capo. You ain't in baby. I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back YOUNG BLACK MALE |
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