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Clipse - Young Boy lyrics
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 Motherfucker 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 w |
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