Rhythm D - Young and Trippin' lyrics

[Intro] (several times) I guess I was just young and trippin' [Verse 1] I use to go with the left Thinking I was cool Trying to impress the girlies At a younger age A young mack frontin' like I was paid But I only had a roll of 1's And a beach cruiser And no matter how many times it got stolen I got new one Grate? and Louie Vuitton and Gucci I was flaunting but I bought them at the swap meet With some gazelles from the liqour store Treating my girl to the ice cream truck like I was grown And I couldn't really take her all at late too far Because her booty use to hurt on them handle-bars I wasn't suppose to have company When my moms was gone When she left little Stef had it going on 8 in the morning til 6 o'clock Me am my homies where cooking up food for the whole block But it was only about 3 of us chilling like we were little players But I guess we were just young and trippin' [Chorus] I guess I was just young and trippin' Young and trippin I ain't slippin These are the things that make your life take a whipping [Verse 2] I remember going to school like I was a young G T-shirt tucked in My kaki's saggin' low creased up to the teeth Browning gloves on my hands Flip back hell of a popper At the riz rooting tooting Still tho booting miss-fit The ladies was sporting the miniskirts I was sporting the curl It use to mess up all my t-shirt I never ran out of activator I always had the dush red And it use to always turn my curl red No sweat I just told all the girls that it was my natural hair colour Half indian ask my mother They wouldn't let me wear my earing? in the cla** room So i always use to mess up my momma's good broom? Walking outta' my neighboorhood Wasn't cool fools Always trying scrap when i was by myself an after school Me and my crew was straight mobbin an stoppin s**ers And kicking them And thats cause we was just young and trippin' [Chorus] [Verse 3] I can remember the days of getting my hustle on Hustling for the clothes on my back The raps and for the funky tracks Back then a brother wasn't doing demo's Or riding around in limos Or step in the club and clock them ho's Kicking it with the homies shooting craps Taking ens' from them fools But no matter how much I won't even steal, fool I was around some G's Cool young brothers How to be a G Cause I couldn't learn it from my mother From kicking it with the Mack Attack Listening to K-D-A-Y Joining the L.A. Posse And turn into fly guy Happening's that club in back to back Running out the club with numbers Hanging out my pockets like a mack I had to cut the curl Fade the side Die it at the top Comb it out And now the skunk got props And when I find myself I often catch myself reminiscing Cause I was just young and trippin' [Chorus]