They addicted you whilst in your mother's womb With time they knew you'd grow and consume Newborns now a mere target market to magnetize with slogans
Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close Cause the folks you call friends can envy the
I ain't upset, but I'll blind you if I smile at you. You rock'n wit young Chris and the best rapper. So leave your phone, bring your friends, let the
'm droppin it down this pretty young girl turned my life around pretty young lady, driving me crazy pretty young lady, driving me crazy (yere sera) last night ooh yeah a pretty young
is what it means to be so young Picture blue eyes I need your sweet love devotion Picture blue eyes The countdown of love Picture blue eyes Need your sweet emotions Your
your friends carefully Like I trust you, but please call me And when you have kids of your own, you'll see I'm gonna be here when all your friends won
Alpine bumpin can't hear her when she callin Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells How ya riding young
be busted, girls can't be trusted I looked at your lady and I was disgusted Came into the party just to rock the place And your big zombie lookin' freak
to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got
I lied like them, I think I'd get shot They sell drugs to kids and say it's us And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust? You only see young brothers
you to pee pee I?m not a friend; I ain?t trying to get to know you And since you like to hang, here?s a 9 o clock curfew Trust me, Parole is for real
PJ's on the runway, Young got air I don't land at a airport, I call it the clearport Therefore, I don't wanna hear more Back and forth about who's hot as Young
act your age don't act your pigment race to the top don't let your race stop you from revolution open your mouth and bust shots read books young nigga
your friends about us. No other girl, whats love dont bond and trust. Im not trying to be the most perfect guy, but do right in your eyes, eyes (yeah)
I really do miss my baby, Babi Boi. Oh, boy, me and your bigger brother, we keeps it realer. You'll always be our little nigga, and I know your mama
(Chorus): Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them? (How many of us have them?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, ones you can
Krayzie: Friends, friends, friends, friends, how many of us have them? [How many of us have them?] Friends, friends, friends, friends, ones you can
's always your own people It's always your own people, it's always your own people It's always your own people, it's always your own people Mass confusion