Lyrics:
Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare
Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care
But the young ones keep on coming on the old
young king young king break through
Cock cheek switch to fully get to shitting on
Any damn thang that the vocialoski get to spitting on
I go by the guy
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
eight in elementary
His uncle was over fuckin twenty
Ron felt like his life was empty
How can someone so young already have thoughts about wanting to end
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
as a young'un, chose not the moves wisely
Sharper with game, him and his crooks, called The Jooks
Heard it was sweet, bout three-fifty a piece
Ron bought a truck,
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
niggas
Back then I was a drug dealer
Young bugged nigga, still running 'round with that forty-five on my waist
Dare y'all to come and try me, put a hammer
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
me
I gotta be the fucking the best
I'm bout world peace I'm Ron Artest
Young King Homie I'm just tryna keep the balance
Yeah you know me I ain't never
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
know it hurts
You got ganked by your girl
Have you ever, have you ever
Have you ever seen a little porno queen
Oh, ron jeremy, yeahhh
Ron, ron ron
Young nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
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