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Paul Arnold - Young n***az lyrics

[Intro]
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sandifer
And all other lil' Young n***as that's in a rush to be gangstas

[Verse 1]
As a Young n***a, I'm almost runnin' in the wind
Give anything, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn't bang but I was hangin' with the homies
'Til them n***as started slangin', now they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryin' to make a mill-ion, can you blame me?
With that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me
If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I
Someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin'
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin' with a twenty sack of indo, feelin' good
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung d**, though it's bad
But all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
As Young n***as

[Hook]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(As a strung n***a)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young n***a)
Always got it blown like Al Capone
(Strung n***a)
He's the downest G I've ever known

[Verse 2]
Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my momma started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-bys, couldn't survive
All our homies livin' short lives, I couldn't cry
Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
Let me get my dead homies high
Come follow me throughout my history, it's just
Me Against the World stuck in misery; as a young n***a
My only thing was to be paid
Life full of riches avoid snitches cause they shady, back in the days
We always found the time to play
But that's before they taught them g**ners how to spray
Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb n***a
Remember how it was, to be a young n***a

[Hook]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(As a young n***a)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young n***a)
Always got it blown like Al Capone
(young n***a)
He's the downest G I've ever known
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/paul-arnold/-/young-n***az.html]

[Ad-lib]
I'm tellin' you..
.. to be young, have your brains and have every limb and all that
Yo, y'all n***as don't know how good you really do got it
Muh'f**ers need to just calm down
And peep what the f** they wanna do for the rest of the life
'Fore you end your life before you begin your life
You dumb n***a

[Verse 3]
Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein' somethin'
Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin' nuttin
Tryin' to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
And I will even if it k**s me, my Young n***as
Break away from these dumb n***as
Put down the guns and have some fun n***a, the rest'll come figure
Fame is a fast thang, that g**nin'
Puttin' n***as in a casket, murdered for hangin'
At the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin'
Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse
The epidemic and diseases, what is the future?
The projects lookin' hopeless, where
More and more brothers givin' up and don't care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
And I proceed to blow the track up, for Young n***as

[Hook]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(for the young n***as)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young n***a)
Always got it blown like Al Capone
(this for n***a.., this for the young n***a)
He's the downest G I've ever known

He's the kind of G like everybody knows
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
He always got it blown like Al Capone
He's the downest G I've ever known

[Collision over the last 4 lines]
This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)
Little bad motherf**ers from the block (that's right)
Them n***as that's thirteen and fourteen
Drivin' Cadillacs, Benzes and sh** (I see you boy)
Young motherf**in' hustlers (make that money boy)
Stay strong n***a
You could be a f**in' accountant, not a dope dealer
You know what I'm sayin'? (Go to school n***a, go to school)
f** around and, you pimpin' out here
You could be a lawyer (really doe)
n***as gotta get they priorities straight
(Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherf**er)
Really doe.. Young n***as.. little RahRah
(sup n***a) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy
(Don't be a dumb n***a, listen, Young n***as)

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