What Young Noble nigga Get it right [Verse 1: Young Noble] For the world My girl My kid My dog And I know you mad at Pac for creating the Outlawz
tell me who do I compete with I'm on my elite shit; you could tell I'm real Cause I'm getting hood loving, I ain't even talking street shit Young angel, young
the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Lil' Brotha] You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots I'm a young
from head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough It's young noe, adi, young buck and
[Young Dro: Talkin] Ay Boi Wats Up, Wats Hannenin Its Ya Boy Young Dro Fuckin Around With Me Man Ima Teach Ya Niggas How To Cry Ya Keep Fuckin With Me
Dj Drama:Uh what can U Do Dro: A..... Grand Hustle man Young Dro man A yall know me man hold up Chorus: Shine 4 mouth full of gold ridin round town
(feat. Young Dro & T.I.) [Verse 1: Yung LA] Ya got to know the boy futuristic ain't I I'm workin with the j's do the jumpman can't I You got to know
womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Lil' Brotha] You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots I'm a young
head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough It's young noe, adi, young buck and capp
: [Young Dro: Talkin] Ay Boi Wats Up, Wats Hannenin Its Ya Boy Young Dro Fuckin Around With Me Man Ima Teach Ya Niggas How To Cry Ya Keep Fuckin With
: Dj Drama:Uh what can U Do Dro: A..... Grand Hustle man Young Dro man A yall know me man hold up Chorus: Shine 4 mouth full of gold ridin round
't I x7 Ain't I in the ville, ain't I on the hill, ain't I on a pill, ain't I ain't I real Verse 2 [Young Dro] Ok my rims so big i'm at the tip top ain
set it at WHOA! Your flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA! Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA! Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke 'dro Get dough, nice
uh-uh-uh, hey [Kyleon] I know you see, Kyle body rocking With a star at the bar twisted cigar, while the X got her body popping Everybody's chopping, on bottles of dro
attacking a flow You see me in them streets, you know I'm packing a fo' With a sack of that dro, trying to mack at your hoe A young rich nigga, with his