Clipse - Young Boy Lyrics
You out of line (*repeated throughout song*)[Chorus: Pharell]Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin boutWhen I was a young boyMy mama always told me don't take no shitMother*****er hit you then you better hit 'em backSo when I hit the nigga it could BreeeeeakNigga out of line[Verse 1: Malice]Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracksPops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracksNever stood a chance, exposed from way backLyin' to the baby sayin its AjaxI was 'bout 4 when I walked past that doorThat shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the rawSee in my household it was quite uniquePlayin hide and seek, you might find a keyCar glimpse accidentally, branded my mentalPals my role model in that Lincoln ContinentalBought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was richHow I turned out let it be no surpriseWhen they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyesSee, my family got a history of hustlersLil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmotherIts tradition[Chorus][Verse 2: Pusha T]My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was thereWhat's my excuseCartoons were the rootStarted with Yosimite Sam with the gun inpalm of the hand, what couln't I demandSee, thirteenStudied the gangsta's leanLow brim, no smileLotta cash meanwhileDaddy had the Chrysler Fifth AveyHustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamieWith ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threesSeventeen inch B-Bs ridin' toughTha bike was Huffy, attention was frozeIn a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soulTha streets had me to moldSince fourteen holdin, Pusha T w
