*featuring Knee-Hi, Jayo Felony
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He young, he young, he young, he young,
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She young, she young, she young, she young,
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He young, he young, he young, he young,
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She young, she young, she young, she young
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I hit the 21 blocks each and every day
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niggaz peepin they shoulders in each and every way
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no sweat, cuz if I sweat it
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I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it
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take control of me, fool you can roll with me
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from OG to OG you can reminisce with me
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about the hutch, about the milk bowl,
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two dee took a bank left knockin fools out on
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it was me baby boppa and the homey tic
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all my folks locked down, gotta make it legit
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so I'm a spit, and keep my spittin straight real
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I know that you can feel penetentiary steel
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locked down all around for the homies touchin down
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when my rags get out you walk a safe ground (walk a safe ground)
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cuz I'm a let them ride killah
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you betta stay inside and keep yo shit on yo side nigga
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set trippin wit me
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because what I see is greenery, and thats all I see
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as the day gets older, dont tweak, take a look over your shoulder
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[Chorus x2]
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Young, dumb, full of fun
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dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done
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[Knee-Hi]
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Livin this life
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I can't help but dis my dream
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maybe since West anthems(?) I want to roll a beam
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clean, but only had to be a mex
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now hopefully that 850 lookin spiffy, will come next
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I bounced to 120 and Figueroa
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yeah, my house posted across from the store
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just like that hit by the drive way and park in the back
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1986 fools is known to jack
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around this click of the hood you found no punks
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many gang bangers, dope fiends and drunks
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I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and cops
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I ran out of boys with toys
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and nights sees on hot days
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just apple sticks on death
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RC cola to break a sweat
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now I bet that everybody's comin up
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if you turnin the wrong street
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lie you bout to get stuck
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now what
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[Chorus]
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[Jayo Felony]
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I ain't no muthaufuckin murdera (nigga) I'm a killah
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cuz murderers get life nigga and killaz keep killin
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I'd ratha die with my eyes open
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so I can see how these muthafuckaz wanna do me
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they set me free bullet loco head with the beat what
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and these niggaz know they have to retreat when I speak
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the younger dumb wanna have some fun
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and drinkin liqour way before the age of 21
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so how you figure that'll never put in work for that hood he love
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you never paid him no attention so who should he love
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and to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him
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and some bomb but be patrollin the hood
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ran a hoe's name through the mud
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and these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubt
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thats the reason got lost and turned out
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he shoulda keep patient
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but you was still money chasin
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a double life is what that young nigga facin
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and all because he was
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Young Fun
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Warren G |