Intro

Young Bloods!

Now do you got what it takes

And you know how to feel the beat

Y'all love to be drunk and smoking them dubs

Don't much give a fuck

Cadillac ride through some nigga wood

I put them eighths on them bowls

Cadillac with four doors

I have my bitch on get hold

To make that thang official

Me and my niggas we roll

Fifteen trips to the store

Throwing in and out of it

Police knocking at my door

Remember this bitch nigga

You stay hitting with bowls

I got your back thirty two times

And yeah that bitch unload

See I'm about to let you know

About the Y to the O to the U-N-G

To the B to the L to the double O

D-C is who we be

Young Bloods, nigga what's up

Don't give a damn, don't give a fuck

So watch out now cause really

I don't think you even wanna buck

And act on us so what's your fuss

Before we bust so don't question us

Cause it ain't much as we construct

To lay you down on the ground

Throw up with foul see we gon' clown

But I tell you whoopsie don't make a sound

As we take you on a journey

Coming live from the A-Town

Hey Jesse, Jesse

How you doing there by the doctor?

What all them damn children out there for Jesse?

They ain't much as come on in the store and get what they want

Damn children

They always hang out like they ain't got no damn where to go

I'm gonna holler at them

Excuse me, let me get back here

Hey, y'all act like y'all ain't got nowhere to go

Always hanging at the store

Now you're running my customers away

All my business, losing myness

Y'all got to find something to do

Be a doctor, a lawyer, a pimp

Do anything, something

Help me out here

Listen, I know you wanna rap and do your thing

But flip floppers, hip hoppers, flip floppers

Well you know what I'm talking about

But listen, you got to be prepared in life

Young Bloods you know you can't do what you do

Learn the six P's

Proper planning prevents piss poor performance

Put that in your little blunt and smoke