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Jayo Felony

Genres: Hip-Hop

Young Fun Lyrics - Jayo Felony

He young, he young, he young, he young 

She young, she young, she young, she young 

He young, he young, he young, he young 

She young, she young, she young, she young 

 

I hit the 21 blocks each and every day 

Niggaz peepin' they shoulders in each and every way 

No sweat, 'cuz if I sweat it 

I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it 

 

Take control of me, fool you can roll with me 

From OG to OG you can reminisce with me 

About the hutch, about the milk bowl 

Two dee took a bank left knockin' fools out on 

 

It was me baby boppa and the homey tic 

All my folks locked down, gotta make it legit 

So I'm a spit and keep my spittin' straight real 

I know that you can feel penitentiary steel 

 

Locked down all around for the homies touchin' down 

When my rags get out you walk a safe ground 

'Cuz I'm a let them ride killah you better stay inside 

And keep yo shit on yo side nigga 

 

Set trippin' wit me because what I see is greenery 

And that's all I see 

As the day gets older, don't tweak 

Take a look over your shoulder 

 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

 

Livin' this life I can't help but dis my dream 

Maybe since West anthems I want to roll a beam 

Clean, but only had to be a Mex 

Now hopefully that 850 lookin spiffy, will come next 

 

I bounced to 120 and Figueroa 

Yeah, my house posted across from the store 

Just like that hit by the drive way and park in the back 

1986 fools is known to jack 

 

Around this click of the hood you found no punks 

Many gang bangers, dope fiends and drunks 

I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and cops 

I ran out of boys with toys and nights sees on hot days 

 

Just apple sticks on death RC cola to break a sweat 

Now I bet that everybody's comin' up 

If you turnin' the wrong street lie you 'bout to get stuck 

Now what 

 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

 

I ain't no motherfuckin' murderer I'm a killah 

'Cuz murderers get life nigga and killaz keep killin' 

I'd rather die with my eyes open 

So I can see how these motherfuckers wanna do me 

 

They set me free bullet loco head with the beat what 

And these niggaz know they have to retreat when I speak 

The younger dumb wanna have some fun 

And drinkin' liquor way before the age of 21 

 

So how you figure that'll never put in work for that hood he love 

You never paid him no attention so who should he love 

And to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him 

And some bomb but be patrollin' the hood 

Ran a hoe's name through the mud 

 

And these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth 

Without a doubt that's the reason got lost and turned out 

He shoulda keep patient but you was still money 

Chasin' a double life is what that young nigga facin' 

And all because he was 

 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

Young, dumb, full of fun 

Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done 

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