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What you wanna be you grow up? You wanna be You wanna be You wanna drugs You be gangsters Thats silly boys are made of
What you wanna be you grow up? You be thugs You be pranksters You wanna sell You be gangsters Thats what silly boys are of
Aiyyo, Cool G's and seven flavors, display swade gators We comin' through to blaze Meet mark and me to heat mark a Dutch spark it Lex Leonardo arts profit, apple cranberry with crystal Fan worry desert mountain crib in the We arsonists one point a liter take a taste Splash your heater, smack your twice Clap sneakers
Shit is a mission to Mars fishin' for bars what's ours knowledge the car Pa Don't be stupid, get a cash better swoop it Throw it in the and recoup it Next check was best your family your shit Get vexed leave a nigga in a bag of leaves Some niggas catch on later try to put them on they
I met of them niggas yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin' need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a student what Rule one, yo respect if you son Don't be big the barrel on the move done All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they Now he come he a whale in the projo's, projo's yo We up in my shows yo, middle finger five O's
Take time to vines yo Lay on the lines like only lovin' rare kind Sun splash cash layin' like three of hash Fully wrapped in a man's stash
What you be when you grow up? You be thugs You wanna be You sell drugs You be gangsters what silly boys are made of
What you be when you grow up? You be thugs You wanna be You sell drugs You be gangsters what silly boys are made of
Aiyyo, get up Lex be braggin' get it up Fuck got cream in a mean truck Prop-ness she like the loch ness He large rock this fresh in a drop six Froze, yo, talkin' the dough on his clothes is crushed up pokin' on rolls yo
Oh and maybe getting' cream See I mean Black Queen action' like crack fiends and brawl We wanna thank all of y'all play the hype Checkin' how lady walks stay hawking' the remain, divorce, shame came to yours We like green rock the same game plan,
and gentlemen your about to see A pastime about to be takin' to the next degree By Meth and the bloody Boyardee Watch out bitches is too nosy, backhand the phony Got to walk it off mosey Who got you open up, crack still smokin' Face Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D Proposin' that you bleed on the apron My thing down the play pen And say the nursery rhymes they
on now shits too real Fuck you and now man feel don't stand still for y'all bitches wanna big ball I got two for you to juggle in jizzals I'm losin' it now Throw in the pieces a jig-saw, aiyyo She like a rainbow Mr. Meth and the Cuban kiddo On tracks we connect, politic take that to that
What you be when you grow up? You be thugs You be pranksters You sell drugs You wanna be Thats silly boys are made of
What you wanna be you grow up? You be thugs You be pranksters You sell drugs You be gangsters what silly boys are made of