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lari the g - young n' brown lyrics

[intro]
yeah!
i know it ain’t easy, being young and brown
the motherf+cking struggle is real
keep your head up, look!

[hook]
streets are crazy, but the struggle made me
in the hood, where there’s babies having babies
crooked cops, always trying to frame me
young n brown, so they trying blame me

streets are crazy, but the struggle made me
in the hood, where there’s babies having babies
crooked cops, always trying to frame me
young n brown, so they trying blamе me

[lari the g]
i was a young smart man, with good grades
but i grew up in thе hood with them criminal ways
since back in the days, my oldest brother wanted to bang when he first watched colors
with my blue rag but we don’t sag
california raised with the mexican flag
got the mac in the backpack, ready to clap
i don’t f+ck with anybody that f+cks with a rat
2 + 3 motherf+ckers and we gonna see
only real motherf+ckers gonna ride with me
ese, that’s where i’m born and raised
santa ana saints, we go hard in the paint
i was born to sin and i was born to win
keep em far away lord if they not my friends
one time for the homies doing life in the pin
i hope they open the gates and bring you home again
[hook]
streets are crazy, but the struggle made me
in the hood, where there’s babies having babies
crooked cops, always trying to frame me
young n brown, so they trying blame me

[paul daniel]
my little homie already knew what he wanted to see, the homies with the hood on their stomach(neighborhood)
and everyday he loves to walk through the hood, gee’d up with his hands in his pockets
but now he’s gang banging, he don’t give a f+ck what you saying
cool little homie, hope the dope don’t take him
better yet, hope the police don’t slave him
even more, i hope a bullet don’t grave him
cause even now, his own momma can’t save him
bawling for her son, while she kneeling down praying
where’s the boy that used to be outside playing
but now he cleans guns, cause he’s gotta go spraying
sh+t’s cold when you out in the field ride
just know man, this sh+t never feels right
it’s gonna make you check twice while there’s still time, don’t matter what you thought this is real life
my little homie won’t listen, now he’s doing life for a yard in a prison
they be trying to listen, so i ain’t trying to visit
he called me on his phone, told me “homie keep spitting”

[nueve(9257o)]
we was young motherf+ckers, but we had heart
bunch of block foos know we hit their hood hard
3 little homies in the g ride car, bend the corner they gonna hop out and let that thing go off
gang banging scars hopping outta cars
when they pocket, they ducking from the law
posted on the block is all the little homies know
smoke weed all day, f+ck the same hoes
stay beefing with the enemy
burner in the waist, name heavy in the streets
from the halls to the state penitentiary
throwing up the hood till he’s 6 feet
i was the youngest on the block with that gang talk
running from the cops, throwing the hood up
momma tried yea she did, yea that’s real love
but i went to the hood where it’s always slugs
[hook]
streets are crazy, but the struggle made me
in the hood, where there’s babies having babies
crooked cops, always trying to frame me
young n brown, so they trying blame me

streets are crazy, but the struggle made me
in the hood, where there’s babies having babies
crooked cops, always trying to frame me
young n brown, so they trying blame me

- lari the g lyrics

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