Tonart: D# minor•
Verse 1
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He young, he young,
he young, he young,
Cb
Ebm
Cb
She young, she young , she young,
she young,
Ebm
He young, he young, he young, he young,
She young, she young, she young,
Verse 2
she young
Cb
Ebm
I hit the 21 blocks
each and every day
Niggaz peepin' they shoulders
in each and every way
Cb
Ebm
No sweat, 'cause if I sweat it
I stay true to the game,
so I'm not gonna let it
Take control of me,
fool you can roll with me
From OG to OG you can
reminisce with me
About the hutch, about the milk bowl,
Two dee took a bank left
knockin' fools out on
It was me baby boppa and the homey tic
All my folks locked down, gotta make it legit
So I'm a spit,
and keep my spittin' straight real
Cb
Ebm
I know that you can feel
penitentiary steel
Locked down all around for
the homies touchin down
When my rags get out you walk a safe
Cb
ground (walk a safe ground)
Ebm
'Cause I'm a let them ride killah
You betta stay inside and keep yo
shit on yo side nigga
Set trippin' wit me
Because what I see is greenery,
and that's all I see
Cb
As the day gets older, don't tweak,
Ebm
take a look over your shoulder
Verse 3
Ebm
[Chorus: x2] Young,
dumb, full of fun
Cb
Ebm
Dumb diddy dumb diddy
Verse 4
I can't help but dis my dream
Maybe since West anthems
I want to roll a beam
Clean, but only had to be a mex
Cb
Now hopefully that 850 lookin' spiffy,
Ebm
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will come next
Ebm
I bounced to 120 and Figueroa
Yeah, my house posted
across from the store
Just like that hit by the drive way
and park in the back
1986 fools is known to jack
Around this click of the hood
you found no punks
Many gang bangers,
dope fiends and drunks
Cb
Ebm
I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and cops
Cb
I ran out of boys with toys
Ebm
And nights sees on hot days
Just apple sticks on death
RC cola to break a sweat
Cb
Now I bet that everybody's
Cb
If you turnin' the wrong street
Abm
Lie you bout to get stuck
Now what
Ebm
Verse 5
Cb
Ebm
[Chorus]
I ain't no muthaufuckin' murdera (nigga) I'm
a killah
'Cause murderers get life nigga
and killaz keep killin'
I'd ratha die with my eyes open
So I can see how these
muthafuckaz want to do me
Abm
Ebm
They set me free bullet loco
head with the beat what
And these niggaz know they have
to retreat when I speak
Cb
The younger dumb want to
Cb
And drinkin' liqour way before
So how you figure that'll never put
in work for that hood he love
You never paid him no attention
so who should he love
Cb
And to keep a strap on him or a phat
Cb
And some bomb but be patrollin' the hood
Ebm
Ran a hoe's name through the mud
And these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth,
without a doubt
That's the reason got lost
and turned out
Cb
He shoulda keep patient
Ebm
But you was still money chasin'
Cb
A double life is what that
Ebm
And all because he was
Outro 1
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