Jay-O-Felony - Young Fun lyrics

He young, he young, he young, he young She young, she young, she young, she young He young, he young, he young, he young She young, she young, she young, she young I hit the 21 blocks each and every day n***as peepin they shoulders in each and every way No sweat, cuz if I sweat it I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it Take control of me, fool you can roll with me From OG to OG you can reminisce with me About the hutch, about the milk bowl Two dee took a bank left knockin fools out on It was me baby boppa and the homey tic All my folks locked down, gotta make it legit So I'm a spit, and keep my spittin straight real I know that you can feel penetentiary steel Locked down all around for the homies touchin down When my rags get out you walk a safe ground (walk a safe ground) Cuz I'm a let them ride k**ah You betta stay inside and keep yo sh** on yo side n***a Set trippin wit me Because what I see is greenery, and thats all I see As the day gets older, dont tweak, take a look over your shoulder (Chorus) x2 Young, dumb, full of fun Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done [Knee-Hi] Livin this life I can't help but dis my dream Maybe since West anthems(?) I want to roll a beam Clean, but only had to be a mex Now hopefully that 850 lookin spiffy, will come next I bounced to 120 and Figueroa Yeah, my house posted across from the store Just like that hit by the drive way and park in the back 1986 fools is known to jack Around this click of the hood you found no punks Many gang bangers, dope fiends and drunks I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and cops I ran out of boys with toys And nights sees on hot days Just apple sticks on d**h RC cola to break a sweat Now I bet that everybody's comin up If you turnin the wrong street Lie you bout to get stuck Now what (Chorus) [Jayo Felony] I ain't no muthauf**in murdera (n***a) I'm a k**ah Cuz murderers get life n***a and k**az keep k**in I'd ratha die with my eyes open So I can see how these muthaf**az wanna do me They set me free bullet loco head with the beat what And these n***as know they have to retreat when I speak The younger dumb wanna have some fun And drinkin liqour way before the age of 21 So how you figure that'll never put in work for that hood he love You never paid him no attention so who should he love And to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him And some bomb but be patrollin the hood Ran a ho's name through the mud And these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubt Thats the reason got lost and turned out He shoulda keep patient But you was still money chasin A double life is what that young n***a facin And all because he was