Lyrics:
Like a rose from the concrete, growin' within
Blessed with twins how the hell
Can Mama raise three men?
So we began, closest family, such insanity
(The next day, late afternoon we are in
A populous and dirty street of London
Near Holborn a
Street of rotten tenements people
Mill to and fro
of tourin' (Sick of tourin')
Pretended to fear young women 'cause their stories was just boring
Every time the older ones are calling me my daddy
I'm fired up
connection
Roses wilt lose transmission
Conversations start with what we love and that was music fuck
Sweet dreams are made of these
And every time I go
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
a ride
Oh show me, how to be young again and care free
Take me to Oh Three
To Oh Three, Oh, take me, to Oh Three
Back in the days of bowl cuts and Frooty
the C-P-T, Young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
I don't want to party wit' you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
Da da da da da da do do do do da da da da da do do
You can't by stand all the people
Stand them on their own
They will fall to pieces
So we watch
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
many Lloyds in your Entourage
Rap game Vinnie Chase, young Ari Gold
It's like I've been touched by the hands
El Diablo Guapo, El Diablo Guapo
Got all
to teach,I did it for the street
young came with the beat,the beat was a hit
we talking bout crab mentality,crab mentality
carry yo bro along,fuck the crab
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by TV shows
What
and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching
Laws are meant to be
look young gotta show I.D.
But like Nick Young if I miss the 3
Ima keep going life not easy
I'm not Vince Young but got a 10 on me
My bitch bad give her
to keep the party people dancin 'cause we (L-M-F-A-O)
Well I'm Redfoo and I'm Sky Blu and we brought some friends along (Shake that)
Young Boss, Kevin
are, we are an army
An army of love
We are, we are, we are an army
Instrumental
Verse 3
Let the people know by the way that we walk
By the things
she don't complain
Get it? She take it off, she don't cum playin'
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means (by any means)
She want the dick by any means
There is nothing more for you and I
Some are young and some are free
But I think I'm going blind
Cause, I think I'm going blind
And I know how it's
Check 1, 2-2, 3-3 and 4
Cocoa got four peso and buying out the whole store
Mess with me baby I'll show your ass out the door
Young boy got the mic
never knew
I'd be like this oh no
So happy but I'm
Still young
Happily in love
We are grown up
It's our decision baby this is young love
Little mommy be
to the future,
you know. So that's why we're here.
We want to talk mainly to the young people all over
the world, because those are the people who are going
to be
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
Fucking amazing
Wave your hands
Throw 'em up
'Cuz we're forever young
I'll get up again
Everything's gonna be fucking amazing
Yeah you're stuck in
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