Lyrics:
trouble remembering
Anything as a kid that's a happy thought
All I had was rap and basketball
But I remember my dad takin' me
See, I was kidnapped basically
for loot
I don’t got a fucking clue so I’m looking for the truth in a studio booth
And I’m looking for my youth inside a basketball hoop
I’m looking for
youth
Whose bad grades are starting to look like alliteration
I'm from a nation
Where illiteration is painted on poor faces
Because of poor placement
through
Yeah these nigga got nothing to do
They wasting their time
They wasting their youth yeah
I'm never gon switch on my crew
They tell me it's time i up
retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen, I learned the truth
And those
retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us
the rock but I don't pass a basketball
She look like she selling pussy her IGs a catalog
Side step side step side step salsa
Side step side step side step
it, let me tell you the idea
Alright, it's like, where we start
This, like, youth league, right?
Like football league, basketball, football
I mean,
This year I didn't take enough so next year I'll be selfish (Not enough)
Been running outa youth I got less time to be rebellious (Rebellious)
Checks
This man was born as Paul
He hails from Inglewood
He mastered basketball
On river city hardwood
Paul played above the rim
Yes, he could really fly
to the homies like basketball assists
West Coast Vengeance
East Coast Revenue something new like
Pac in Versace lenses Big in the Khaki Suit
Best of both worlds
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
And you can see how he or she gon' be when they get grown
Your childhood, ideals crushed, youth press due and stuffed that
Basically, just go fuck ya ass
and hot morning sex
Early to rise and the last to fall
The best thing for black youths is the basketball
Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know the breaks
the booth
Kickin' this shit for the youth
They won't play it on the radio
Fuck 'em
If we stand together we can always overcome 'em
They won't play it
threats)
Mountains on mountains on mountains I'm counting
My bitch got her youth from the motherfucking fountain
Drip to my feet I feel like I'm drowning
Yo
retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those
retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those
Fresh cut grass and windows open
Keeps those childhood mem'ries flowin'
Play roller bat and hide and seek
Basketball rolls in that old creek
Church
the time left over on my dinner plate
The crimes, the crimes committed as a youth
I'm fine, I'm fine just let me reevaluate
I'm innocent, don't believe me?
man, who cares, man? (Yeah, he hot, he Def Jam, for real)
He ain't signed no basketball team, nigga, the nigga 6'4", nigga (ah, you a hater, bitches
retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those
retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those
with a basketball
Still feel the same turning dreams into realities
Like my old verses from the past like a bible read
Enlightening and enlivening when
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