See you gotta clap your to this Snap your finger, your feet, wink a eye do something But you gotta move to tho' we gotta do That's right, that's
{I gather y'all today To become a witness to something you may have never see or heard There's something I wish to share y'all today You know it's hotter than fire and it hurt than pain This here is you old folk, may not know too much about}
{This here, this is the, the young'n y'all I got the, the blues y'all I got the, the young'n y'all I got the, the young'n y'all me out
I met her when I was and she was younger With a body like so her age meant nothing I had to get her how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer I'm I could hit her all summer
And all she wanted Was for young Weezy to her But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and her But didn't come easy 'Cuz she ended up being my mother
And then I smothered but little did I know I'd never find the same girl another But I never thought I'd be looking for her And I never thought that at night When I'm in the mix laying down with some That suddenly it'll
How this broad in my drawers don't know what I did 'fore I was big When's there's a woman with my kid I should be She to me My love, my patience, my Nigga
I got the young'n blues I got the young'n blues I got the young'n y'all I got the blues y'all
I met her the fame And she ain't even like me but I got her the game Mami was a nice piece, young Cali thang Made her into wifey and reality changed
It was going good, I was happy But then things got rapidly and it had to be Wayne She was still a virgin what more I ask from a dame But I was a bastard, I for the pain Now my ass in the
And she got a new life the flipped And none of it includes Weezy and all his And I remember the for the weekend We was in the suite And she looked sweet enough to it up
Till we began to and I I'm dreaming the Victoria Secret lingerie Told me it, she ain't want moms to see it And just I once saw it on the girl's body Now all I'm seeing is
I got the young'n blues I got the young'n y'all I got the young'n blues I got the young'n blues
You see I never really ran, but no All I is big pimpin' ma'am I'm just be Weezy And the perfect husband might be too hard to find in me, Weezy
girl, you gotta work with ya boy 'Cuz all of cursing it be hurting ya boy for the better not the worst in ya boy And maybe I can be ya boy, ya what I'm sayin'
But see this is not your everyday love tune It's the story of everyday thug dude And in your mind you prolly we don't love you But on the real we just not used to what do
And consider that We taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes pussy but you don't love them ho's Love ya love ya children Now if they got a bitch you could love back
I got the young'n blues I got the young'n y'all I got the young'n y'all I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all I got the blues y'all Young Weezy got the young'n y'all I got the young'n blues
see Pimps, Take your hat off to 'Cuz you gon' rub your head you hear this one man Yes ma'am, you know what I'm
{Hold your cries till the jam people here is real You gotta me Fe they feel me, ya know Aight Holla