Текстове на песни:
Young Buck Out Here Grindin

hundred to fill up what I'm 'posed to do nigga (Chorus) Ya in my ear, but there's money out here And I'm always here, when none of y'all here Which one

might not last It used to be about old pimps and macks But now we got the young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked

you was young I could see 100 niggas through your gap And all of them was probably hitting that That's embarrassing, you're stuck with 30 children, 70 miscarriages In and out

like the ? Marion, Kobe Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me Ain't trippin' off no old beefs, ain't grinding

edge, got the ledge hangin' out of the window Bird chest witcha winderous fearaf? Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a meal sack Puny little bucks

-P My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and

Been down and dirty from the start Bitch I been damn hard Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster's Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here

and shinin' im postin up tonight lets get this money lets get this money lets get this money lets get this money [Young Buck] im on my grind aint no

to drop (Uh ohh) His frustration kicks in, now here we go My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo' Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)