Letras:
Game The Palm Pilot

love the Young Gunz. [Game:] Shit me too my nigga. [Money Mike:] Wait a minute. [Game:] What the fuck. [Money Mike:] Pimpin What did that nigga just say? [Game

love the Young Gunz. [Game:] Shit me too my nigga. [Money Mike:] Wait a minute. [Game:] What the fuck. [Money Mike:] Pimpin What did that nigga just say? [Game

love the Young Gunz. [Game:] Shit me too my nigga. [Money Mike:] Wait a minute. [Game:] What the fuck. [Money Mike:] Pimpin What did that nigga just say? [Game

lashes they need guidance Lace em up like my new balance And keep flyin' The closest that you lames ever came to the planes was a palm pilot CHORUS

all forms of media. It'll be fought on phone lines... on cable modems... and our cell phones and our palm pilots... The revolution will be fought

that split wigs hittin like some double Desert Eagles Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks Severe facts have brought this rap game

Long night of horing Tick tick tick I think it's time for recording I brushed my teeth washed my face Now I'm rejuvenated Check my palm pilot What am

that split wigs hittin like some double Desert Eagles Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks Severe facts have brought this rap game

(Feat. The Game) [Katt Williams and The Game: talking] Oh pimpin that's the Young Guns. I love the Young Guns. Shit me too nigga. Wait a minute, pimpin