Young Boy

歌詞

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)