The Clipse - Young Boy lyrics

(feat. Pharrell) [Chorus - Pharell] (You out of line), mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no sh** (You out of line), motherf**er hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the n***a he quit playin' The n***a out of line, (You out of line) [Verse 1 - Malice] Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks (You out of line) Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to a-tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back (You out of line) Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door (You out of line) That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw See in my household it was quite unique (You out of line) Playin hide and seek, you might find a ki Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental (You out of line) Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 (You out of line) And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich How I turned out let it be no surprise (You out of line) When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers (You out of line) Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, its tradition [Chorus - Pharell] Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no sh** (You out of line), motherf**er hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the n***a he quit playin' The n***a out of line, (You out of line) I said, the motherf**er out of line (You out of line) [Verse 2 - Pusha T] My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there What's my excuse, cartoons were the root Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in Palm of the hand, what couln't I demand See, thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean (You out of line) Low brim, no smile, lotta cash meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey (You out of line) Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes (You out of line) Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze (You out of line) In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul Tha streets had me to mold (You out of line) Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Che Guevera (You out of line) Tyco RC versus Carrera, peak [Chorus - Pharell] Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no sh** (You out of line), motherf**er hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the n***a he quit playin' The n***a out of line, (You out of line) I said, the motherf**er out of line (You out of line) [Verse 3 - Malice] I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure (You out of line) Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved (You out of line) Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal [Pusha T] Age fifteen, walkin through the hallway Plate the new Jordans, first ones on the scene See I could afford 'em, livin out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why (You out of line) b**hes pa**in' by, oh my, he's so gangsta [Chorus - Pharell] Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no sh** (You out of line), motherf**er hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the n***a he quit playin' The n***a out of line, (You out of line) I said, the motherf**er out of line (You out of line) Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line)