In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Spice 1
Spice 1
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. L. Green, Jr.
R. L. Green, Jr.
Lyrics
Shon Adams
Shon Adams
Composer
Mark Ogleton
Mark Ogleton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spice 1
Spice 1
Producer
Ski
Ski
Producer
CMT
CMT
Producer
Pat Coughlin
Pat Coughlin
Recording Engineer

Testi

Y'all ready to do this shit? Bust When I was young, I had the lust to pull the trigger And make change out a five dollar ass, nigga And as time went on, I gained much love But seein' niggas', guts bust at a nightclub Too young to get my ass in but they didn't trip 'Cause if I didn't get in, they knew I'd start shit So I was treated like the muthafuckin' Pope Security see me, so they scope And follow me around like a flock of hoes I had a squab with a bitch with a big ass nose I started to knock the bitch out but before I could I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood But he was slow, with the other hand slapped the hoe Then security rushed us out the backdo' So when I grabbed the nine, they thought I'd go nuts I'd roll by and bust caps at the grownup's Young nigga, got bold and got the liquor As a young, yeah He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you Well, what do you know, it's summer time And every young nigga my age, is on the grind Workin' for the city A drugstore on every goddamn corner and niggas actin' shitty About who sell, where and whose dope is it So, some niggas around the block, they paid us a visit But we ain't comin' off shit but a drive by I guess they wanna expand to go city wide So we hung muthafuckas by the barbed wire Whoever was a snitch or bitch or liar And five O is gettin' kinda dense 'Cause the wire was missin' from a county jail fence Breakin' off boulders And the niggas from around the block, they said they told us Not to short stop, so my nigga got popped I looked down and I'm shocked To see him layin' dead by the bushes As a young nigga He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you Shit is gettin' hectic, my mission had to flow smooth We hit the corner in a sixty-five old school Bustin' at niggas twice my age Muthafuckas catchin' heat from my guage They tried to shoot back but it ain't like that 'Cause I'm the nigga with the biggest gat Hoes get fucked and eat the bullet 'Cause the trigger that got my nigga, one of them had to pull it My nigga with the nine said, "Forget it" But I seen a nigga point his finger and say, "He did it" I loaded up the clip and shot him in the dick And kept on bustin' till his leg kicked Now we Audi 5000, gee The glasspacks on the sixty-five, got noisy We had to smash 'Cause five O was right behind our ass We had to get away, we dumped the A.K. And the guage in the bushes on the way The cops kept bustin', niggas kept cussin' About which way to go fussin' We hit the corner and they bust At some niggas lookin' just like us We knew it was about that time Hopped out my homeboy's shit and into mine We got away because they couldn't figure Which one of the boys was that young nigga He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you He said, "Young ass, nigga" You dumb nigga, you ...
Writer(s): George Worrell, George Clinton, William Collins, Robert Green, Shon Adams, Mark Ogleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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