Letras:
K Young Half On A Baby

half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half

Met this fine young thing at the local Circle K She made a date for a half past eight and I said, "What the hey?" So I journeyed to her crib and I let

the sick Bomb as a brick Asher Roth: I be frustrated with the way that shit's been agein Im about to take a break and get away on a vacation Like,

mask on They be a clique, but I get 'em gone Hit niggas in the chest when I'm slangin' chrome Tryin' to kill me a nigga when the beef is on [Hook 2x (

with ice From the Eastside baby, Oakland town Can't understand why I'm so down? I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll Got a

I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center Wit' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard

a passion, gotta make it happen The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin' Security be on my back for wrong reason I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on

call it survival, you call it a sin Damn, I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell Nah, I ain't a rapper, motherfuck rap They snitched on Kim

boy drops We be the only young boys that the big boys watch Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle Protect shit a nickel, it's death on a whistle