Verse 1
Young Shawn in the house
Where the girls with a blouse and a man
Don't mind putting money in your pouch
Can you f** me on the couch if you can, don't be mad
Think ya n***a understand, you f**in with a star
I know you think that n***a weak
I done had enough pretending, im done defending
These dudes, been dudes for a week, n***a please
I hit the block hotta, then an ordained daughter
Or a pastor getting brain in the summer
I can do the same, maybe farther, then become a baby father
Get my street Creed up so now I wonda
If I'm Gona make it to the tube, or just end up loop
Shut down cause my lyrics ain't as crude
Got ha sun bathing fully the nude, while she watching family fude, damn girl getcho a** up out the pool, because
Chorus:
Young Shawn in the house, where the girls witha blouse and a man. Don't mind putting money in your pouch, I done said it before, and sh** I'll do it again my n***a, X2
Bridge: let's work
Verse 2:
Young Shawn up in the crib
Lemme show you where I live my n***a
Gota stunt in case you don't know how it is, eating lobster with a bib my n***a, Last night I had a dream I made it big
Then I awoke with a scream my n***a
Realized I didn't even have a gig
Things ain't always what it seam my n***a
Hit the block 4 ways and I'm coming
Windows down and you an hear the engine running
Ain't no need cause you can feel it running through yo spine
You know they lyrics but you don't know mine, you little n***as ungrateful, matter fact you be thankful, for all the sh** that I do
Go hard in my youth, rock gold on my tooth
Go ham when I make it in the booth cause now!
Chorus:
Young Shawn in the house, where the girls witha blouse and a man. Don't mind putting money in your pouch, I done said it before, and sh** I'll do it again my n***a, X2
Bridge: let's work
Verse 3
Young Shawn in the back
Ed hardy, with the Lrg, some vizen, kanye on the track
Spitting bars, backpacks and cars, he on a team
But receiving some flack, like young Shawn one joke he gone
He writting lyrics on the screen, and it's cracked
But thank God that he got it
He work so hard to invited, from verse he written
It's so strange, to see his name in game, he bought that chain
Ain't been the same, since he spitting some flame
And now his dames wana claim that he changed
My God let him work, n***as won't see him prosper
All go berserk, when n***as see him in concert
All seem hurt, when a n***a ain't po nomo
n***as mad cause I just might blow because...
Chorus:
Young Shawn in the house, where the girls witha blouse and a man. Don't mind putting money in your pouch, I done said it before, and sh** I'll do it again my n***a, X2
Bridge: let's work
These n***as ain't me mane