Warren G - Young Fun Lyrics
He young, he young, he young, he young,She young, she young, she young, she young,He young, he young, he young, he young,She young, she young, she young, she youngI hit the 21 blocks each and every dayNiggaz peepin they shoulders in each and every wayNo sweat, cuz if i sweat itI stay true to the game, so i'm not gonna let itTake control of me, fool you can roll with meFrom og to og you can reminisce with meAbout the hutch, about the milk bowl,Two dee took a bank left knockin fools out onIt was me baby boppa and the homey ticAll my folks locked down, gotta make it legitSo i'm a spit, and keep my spittin straight realI know that you can feel penetentiary steelLocked down all around for the homies touchin downWhen my rags get out you walk a safe ground (walk a safe ground)Cuz i'm a let them ride killahYou betta stay inside and keep yo shit on yo side niggaSet trippin wit meBecause what i see is greenery, and thats all i seeAs the day gets older, dont tweak, take a look over your shoulder(chorus) x2Young, dumb, full of funDum diddy dum diddy you'll get done[knee-hi]Livin this lifeI can't help but dis my dreamMaybe since west anthems(?) i want to roll a beamClean, but only had to be a mexNow hopefully that 850 lookin spiffy, will come nextI bounced to 120 and figueroaYeah, my house posted across from the storeJust like that hit by the drive way and park in the back1986 fools is known to jackAround this click of the hood you found no punksMany gang bangers, dope fiends and drunksI learned, bunny hops, still rocks and copsI ran out of boys with toysAnd nights sees on hot daysJust apple sticks on deathRc cola to break a sweatNow i bet that everybody's comin upIf you turnin the wrong streetLie you bout to get stuckNow what(chorus)[jayo felony]I ain't no muthau*****in murdera (nigga) i'm a killahCuz murderers get life nigga and killaz keep killinI'd ratha die with my eyes openSo i can see how these mutha*****az wanna do meThey set me free bullet loco head with the beat whatAnd these niggaz know they have to retreat when i speakThe younger dumb wanna have some funAnd drinkin liqour way before the age of 21So how you figure that'll never put in work for that hood he loveYou never paid him no attention so who should he loveAnd to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on himAnd some bomb but be patrollin the hoodRan a hoe's name through the mudAnd these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubtThats the reason got lost and turned outHe shoulda keep patientBut you was still money chasinA double life is what that young nigga facinAnd all because he was
