Lyrics:
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
I, I didn't cry
Those sunny days never pass you by
California and the good, good life, I loved it so
But like you too I get the blues
And now I say
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Radio speaker: (not on album version)
Welcome to the radio show: young, free and single!
We got a good show lined up for you, let's have our first
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
and I
are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
Hello Young lovers whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good
stitch a bone
I'm laughin' at you niggas flippin' rules
My uncle Carl told me stick and move
It's young F.R.E.A.K. though
Got these niggas tuckin' they
per second
What a view, what a view
Glad you are enjoying it
G800 to LOS
Columbia Houston, ah we have forty seconds to LOS
You're looking good
building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass fucking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
Fucking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
To a whole ki to the R.O.C
Point out the bounce, Timbo the king nigga (uh, yeah, uh)
Point out the bounce, yeah, Young Hov' the king nigga
Magazines call
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
per second
What a view, what a view
Glad you are enjoying it
G800 to LOS
Columbia Houston, ah we have forty seconds to LOS
You're looking good
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
and I
are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
Hello Young lovers whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good
are so bright
the Epcot center of the industry, snorting snow white
Tryin to find a happy thought, dwarves want to fly
And naked lethal weapon plunge
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
Hello young lovers whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you
who know me
Very well are like
"Are you sure you're ok?" But I
Really am i've never been
This happy i'm so proud of
This album i'm proud
Of myself and I
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
I was
A young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to lose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules
D-R-E, you got me heated
My words like
up, yup you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can't let go, I can't let go
Man I hate to see you single in the club
Looking for kisses
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