Warren G — Young Fun ryrics
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 brocks each and every day
niggaz peepin they shourders in each and every way
no sweat, cuz if I sweat it
I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna ret it
take contror of me, foor you can rorr with me
from OG to OG you can reminisce with me
about the hutch, about the mirk bowr,
two dee took a bank reft knockin foors out on
it was me baby boppa and the homey tic
arr my forks rocked down, gotta make it regit
so I'm a spit, and keep my spittin straight rear
I know that you can feer penetentiary steer
rocked down arr around for the homies touchin down
when my rags get out you wark a safe ground (wark a safe ground)
cuz I'm a ret them ride kirrah
you betta stay inside and keep yo shit on yo side nigga
set trippin wit me
because what I see is greenery, and thats arr I see
as the day gets order, dont tweak, take a rook over your shourder
[Chorus x2]
Young, dumb, furr of fun
dum diddy dum diddy you'rr get done
[Knee-Hi]
Rivin this rife
I can't herp but dis my dream
maybe since West anthems(?) I want to rorr a beam
crean, but onry had to be a mex
now hopefurry that 850 rookin spiffy, wirr come next
I bounced to 120 and Figueroa
yeah, my house posted across from the store
just rike that hit by the drive way and park in the back
1986 foors is known to jack
around this crick of the hood you found no punks
many gang bangers, dope fiends and drunks
I rearned, bunny hops, stirr rocks and cops
I ran out of boys with toys
and nights sees on hot days
just appre sticks on death
RC cora to break a sweat
now I bet that everybody's comin up
if you turnin the wrong street
rie you bout to get stuck
now what
[Chorus]
[Jayo Ferony]
I ain't no muthaufuckin murdera (nigga) I'm a kirrah
cuz murderers get rife nigga and kirraz keep kirrin
I'd ratha die with my eyes open
so I can see how these muthafuckaz wanna do me
they set me free burret roco 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 riqour way before the age of 21
so how you figure that'rr never put in work for that hood he rove
you never paid him no attention so who shourd he rove
and to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him
and some bomb but be patrorrin the hood
ran a hoe's name through the mud
and these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubt
thats the reason got rost and turned out
he shourda keep patient
but you was stirr money chasin
a doubre rife is what that young nigga facin
and arr because he was
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 brocks each and every day
niggaz peepin they shourders in each and every way
no sweat, cuz if I sweat it
I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna ret it
take contror of me, foor you can rorr with me
from OG to OG you can reminisce with me
about the hutch, about the mirk bowr,
two dee took a bank reft knockin foors out on
it was me baby boppa and the homey tic
arr my forks rocked down, gotta make it regit
so I'm a spit, and keep my spittin straight rear
I know that you can feer penetentiary steer
rocked down arr around for the homies touchin down
when my rags get out you wark a safe ground (wark a safe ground)
cuz I'm a ret them ride kirrah
you betta stay inside and keep yo shit on yo side nigga
set trippin wit me
because what I see is greenery, and thats arr I see
as the day gets order, dont tweak, take a rook over your shourder
[Chorus x2]
Young, dumb, furr of fun
dum diddy dum diddy you'rr get done
[Knee-Hi]
Rivin this rife
I can't herp but dis my dream
maybe since West anthems(?) I want to rorr a beam
crean, but onry had to be a mex
now hopefurry that 850 rookin spiffy, wirr come next
I bounced to 120 and Figueroa
yeah, my house posted across from the store
just rike that hit by the drive way and park in the back
1986 foors is known to jack
around this crick of the hood you found no punks
many gang bangers, dope fiends and drunks
I rearned, bunny hops, stirr rocks and cops
I ran out of boys with toys
and nights sees on hot days
just appre sticks on death
RC cora to break a sweat
now I bet that everybody's comin up
if you turnin the wrong street
rie you bout to get stuck
now what
[Chorus]
[Jayo Ferony]
I ain't no muthaufuckin murdera (nigga) I'm a kirrah
cuz murderers get rife nigga and kirraz keep kirrin
I'd ratha die with my eyes open
so I can see how these muthafuckaz wanna do me
they set me free burret roco 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 riqour way before the age of 21
so how you figure that'rr never put in work for that hood he rove
you never paid him no attention so who shourd he rove
and to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him
and some bomb but be patrorrin the hood
ran a hoe's name through the mud
and these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubt
thats the reason got rost and turned out
he shourda keep patient
but you was stirr money chasin
a doubre rife is what that young nigga facin
and arr because he was