[All Three] We're the kids We're the kids We're the kids of the future [x2] [Joe] Standing on a dirty, old rooftop Down below the cars in the city go
Let me see your grip Let me see your grip Hoo, hoo Well, well, well yeah There's this girl and I see her every day But she don't know my name And it
Here's what you don' You go through that raggedy Cell phone 'bout two or three times Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home The love below start talkin'
never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit Over a million
hear a terrifying kick at my back door And in comes this kid, I say, ?Hey I've seen this kid before? I see him all the time at that bar on woodland street
a bitch Son of a bitch Cut you three times below the ass Son of a bitch [Incomprehensible] too short to shit Son of a bitch Son of a bitch Two timing
as a tiger) Has he gotta zoo- (Genie as a goat) I'm tellin you! (All) It's a world class menagerie! (Genie as Harem Girl) *At same time as verse below
Well it's been a long time, glad to see your face I knew we'd meet again, another time another place Can't believe it's been so many years You better
this quick first Ia??m gone low then make this click I know a couple people I could point the finger at but every time you point a finger therea??s three
the hood and them little niggas stay strapped What can I say, black? B.G. is heartless Usin' one-time as targets, I warned you not to start this 'Cause
has was I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm back
fourth of July was three months ago Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold both thumbs And eight fingers to square with Joe Young Tongue below one, spit
Yeah Ha Cru Mic checka da one the mic check three Cru in you baby Mic checka da one the mic check three Mix it up with the big Y.O Comin' from the Laf
but theres a mary jane and we can float your man aint worrying about whats going on over hea you could get pentalized the way you blowin below the rear now this
't happenin.. This rap game, this rap game, I ain't sell'in my soul for this rap game, I ain't digg'in no hole for this rap game, This rap game, this
dont know cuz This girl is She stuck on my Ella e ella vator This girl is She stuck on my Ella e ella vator This girl is She stuck on my Ella e ella vator This
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this? And who can see it.. plain as day Look how it falls down Falls down upon everybody! This is it [
tattoo artists to scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought for this position and status, this entrepeneurship Matter of fact, madness I planned this