Young Boy — текст песни (Clipse)





pharell: i`ma tell u what i`m talking bout,
when i was a young boy,my mama always told don`t take no shit,
mutha fucka hit then u betta hit em` back
so when hit the nigga it go blaamme blaaame


malice:back when i was bout big wheels and race tracs,
pop push the tornada and rode to eight tracks,
never stood a chance, exposed from way back
lyin to the baby, saying it`s ajax
i was bout 4, when i walked passed that door
that should have been closed where i first witnessed the raw
see in my household it was quite unique
playin` hide and seek u might find a key
(?) branded my mental
hal`s my role model in that lincoln continental
bought all my friends icees, it was about six
and when he pull off i was like see told u we was rich
how i turned out let it be no suprise
when they speak of cousin ricke it brings tears to the eyes(see)
my familt got a history of hustlers-lil` brother,big brother,mother to
grandmother(it`s tradition)


pusha t:my momma didn`t see it coming my daddy was there
what`s my excuse
cartoons were the root
starteed with yosimine sam, with the gun in
palm of each hand,what couldn`t i demand(see)
13 studied the gansta`s lean, lil` brim no smile
lotta cash meanwhile
daddy had the chrystler 5th ave(y)
hustler on the block cars were aerodynamy
with ghetto paint jobs, mango m 3`s
on 17 inch bb`s, riding tough
the bike was huffy, attention was froze
and a 25 cent frozen cup laid my soul
the streets had mad the mold
since 14 holdin`, pusha t was chosen
rebel like che` guerverra
rc tyco vs. carrera, pick!


malice: i think of grandma and the weight she would foot em`
she kinda remind me of madame queen in hoodlum
spoiled the grandkids, each one she would treasure
said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure
the cigarette dangled, 45 degree angle
still every bit a lady but u don`t want to tangle
let that explain me and how i got involve
youngn`s hustlin` in the creek...me,jon-jon and jamal


pusha t:age 15, walking thru the hallway
played the new jordans, 1st one on the scene
see i could afford them, living out a dream
hustler on the rise,laces untied
slid pass youngn`s , couldn`t break my stride
didn`t know i was knotted in street ties
teachers asking how and why,bitches passing by (oh my he so gangsta)



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