Young Boy
Title | Young Boy |
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Artist | Clipse |
Album | Lord Willin’ |
Release Date | 2002-08-20 |
Description | On this track, Pusha T and Malice recount their first encounters as young boys with the drug slinging lifestyle. |
Lyrics | [Chorus: Pharrell] (You're out of line) Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) [Verse 1: Malice & Pharrell] Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks (You're out of line) Pop pushed a Tornado and rolled to eight-tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back (You're out of line) Lying to the baby, saying it's Ajax I was 'bout four when I walked past that door (You're out of line) That should've been closed where I first witnessed the raw See, in my household, it was quite unique (You're out of line) Playing hide-and-seek, you might find a ki' Caught glimpse accidental, it branded my mental (You're out of line) Pals, my role model, in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout six (You're out of line) And when he pulled off, I was like, "See, told you we was rich" How I turned out, let it be no surprise (You're out of line) When they speak of cousin Ricky, it brings tears to their eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers (You're out of line) Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, it's tradition [Chorus: Pharrell] Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) I said, motherfuckers out of line (You're out of line) You might also like[Verse 2: Pusha T & Pharrell] My mama didn't see it coming, my daddy was there What's my excuse? Cartoons were the root Started with Yosemite Sam With the gun in palm of each hand What couldn't I demand? See, thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean (You're out of line) Low brim, no smile, lot of cash, meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Ave-y (You're out of line) Hustlers on the block's cars were aero-dynam-y With ghetto paint jobs, mango M3s (You're out of line) On seventeen-inch BBs ridin' tough The bike was Huffy, attention was froze (You're out of line) In a twenty-five cent frozen cup laid my soul The streets had made the mold (You're out of line) Since fourteen, holdin', Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Che Guevara (You're out of line) RC Tyco versus Carreras, P [Chorus: Pharrell] Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) I said, motherfuckers out of line (You're out of line) [Verse 3: Malice & Pharrell] I think of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madame Queen in "Hoodlum" Spoiled the grandkids, each one, she would treasure (You're out of line) Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure A cigarette dangle, forty-five degree angle Still every bit a lady, but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved (You're out of line) Youngins hustlin' in the Creek, me, John-John, and Jamal [Verse 4: Pusha T & Pharrell] Age fifteen Walking through the hallway, played 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 youngins, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why (You're out of line) Bitches passing by, "Oh, my, he's so gangsta" [Chorus: Pharrell] Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) I said, you niggas out of line (You're out of line) Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) |