tupac – young black male lyrics
(“hard like an erection…” — ed o.g.) young black male!
(“hard like an erection…”)
(“…ain’t sh-t to fool with” — ice cube)
(“hard like an erection…”) young black male!
(“…ain’t sh-t to fool with”)
[runs backwards] young black male!
[2pac] yes n-gg-z… yes n-gg-z… yes n-gg-z
young black male!
(“hard like an erection…”) young black male!
(“hard like an erection…”) (“…ain’t sh-t to fool with”)
(“hard like an erection…”) young black male!
(“hard like an erection…”) (“…ain’t sh-t to fool with”)
[2pac] go n-gg-, go!!
[verse one:]
young black male
i try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
i’m packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and f-ck goin to jail
cuz i ain’t equipped to stop how i look
i don’t sell ya-yo
they teachin a brother like i was in books
follow me into a flow
i’m sure you know, which way to go
i’m hittin em out of the dopes
so slip on the slope, let’s skip on the flow
i’m f-ckin the sl-ts and hoes
the bigger the b-tts the tighter the clothes
the gimminy jimminy grows
then whaddya know, it’s off with some clothes
rowd when the crowd says hoe
that let’s me know, they know i can flow
love when they come to my shows
i get up and go, with skins before
when i’m collecting my dough
i never respect, the one that i back
the quicker the n-gg- can rap
the bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
what kind of style is that?
the style of a mack, and ready to jack
i rendered up piles of black
the wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
i hate it when real n-gg- bust
they hate when i cuss, they threaten to bust
i had enough of the fuss
i bust what i bust, and cuss when i must
they gave me a charge for sales
for selling the tales… of young black males
yes n-gg-, n-i-g-g-a n-gg-z
ay n-gg- you can’t handle that sh-t!
p-ss that man!
hit that sh-t, that’s the sh-t!
it smell like skunk, skunk smell like that n-gg- momma
we ain’t nuttin but some low down dirty n-gg-z
keep it real n-gg-, f-ck you n-gg-!
you ain’t givin me near a dime on this real motherf-cker
f-ck st. ide’s it’s an old e thing baby
strictly some of that hennesee
can i drink with you fellas? can i get it on it?
f-ck you capo. you ain’t in baby.
i tell you what! you guys are not gonna be talking
all that sh-t, when i come back, ok?
we gonna say who the big mouth, when i come back
young black male!
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