Young Thugs - Ballad of Youth (feat. Richie Sambora) - Roscoe

She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home) Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face? Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan Where your bitch at? No, not that one Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin' Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands On the island, no dressin' I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin' Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades Higher than a escalator any day I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade Damn, this might be coward day Yeah, this might be powder day Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns Nigga, you can shoot us, hey And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no And we the best, every time we come around Boy, they root for us, true And everybody hate Chris But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die All I want is that head and that ain't no lie Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin' These niggas vibe faker than a puppet

Woh na-nah Yeah na-na-na, yes Yeah-ah In the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap (no) In the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap As generation comes and grows Ya got to make preparations while de youths dem grow Is what you reap is what you saw De youths dem have a light and de future well dats when ya know If education is da key Well tell me why de bigga heads making it so expensive for we Give dam da key or set dem free (yee) In the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap (wooh) In the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap (yeah) Well na-na-na aye-yee Oh ma-mama oh ma-mama nana (nana) Got to find a better way 'Cause when mi look inna Babylon mi a see bare fowl play A so de Gideons stay (yeah) All nation come together knowing dat King Selassie is the truth, the light, and the way Teach the people, lead dem in the right way (aye-eh) But in the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap (wooh) In the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap (yeah) You've got to show the people is it the right way (ay) I know fa sure da sun will come out today (ay) For this is an illusion da love to fade away (yeah) And all da wicked deeds done ya know ya got to pay (yeah) So in the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap (yeah) In the streets it's getting hot And de youths dem a get so co-o-old Searching for food for the pot They will do anything to fill that gap (no) As generation comes and goes Ya got to make preparations while de youths dem ya grow Is what you reap is what you saw De youths dem have a light and de future well dats when ya know If education is da key Well tell me why de bigga heads making it so expensive for we Give dem da key or set dem free (yee) Give dem da key or set dem free (yee)

Straight to the whole world I got the cocaine okay? Yeah, I got the cocaine man I got the Yey, YA Scoe Montana Scoeldie Montana, remember my name [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me [Roscoe] Scoe is chillin, makin a million Stackin his loot till I touch top ceilin Miraculous, toothless, but top notch women Acura roofless blastin my music Adelle on my right, He done got me for my life I'm a star like Tri Crazy youngster livin the Hard knock life like Jay the hustla I'm a professional mic clutcha plus a dope rhymer Ghetto potent, perfect timing I"m an opportunist Takin advantage of my youth, fresh when I do it The homie Kokane, tighter than choker chains Soakin up the game with dreams of Roscoe's name being a houshold name We ballin, ghetto fabulous, just trying to do my thang In this dope game switchin four lanes [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy We pushin weight heavy, how much you want bet me? [Roscoe] Scoe is chillin, lyrical villain Straight up outta Philly, West Coast feel me I pack Mac millies, Daz with Daz Dillies Dippin through LA where it don't get chilly I got a attic where I stash my scrilla Keep a automatic mini heata by the attic Homie my gat blast, speratic blast (I'm) Young Scoedizzle, (I'm)keepin it rizzle (With)Heaters that sizzle, Me an young bizzle Hit the cypher up and stand in the middle Puttin MC's in the Rap Hospital Hospitable, Roscizzo my flizzo not spitable My dizzo not get-able, anything digital Un F-with-able, we incredible and that's inevitable [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, why'all niggaz ain't ready Bang this in ya Chevy, we pushin weight heavy DP, DP, DPG (4x) [Roscoe] Scoe is gettin, in where I fit in Splittin bad rubbers, keep it thuggin keep livin Keep givin all I got, takin what I want Breakin down the sacks, and crack open a blunt Crack the window to get some fresh oxygen This little Porche we hot boxin in I'm a G to the fame low key in the game I got the key to the game DPG is the gang [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me DP, DP, DPG... [Mr. Kane] Oh what you say? Heavens to megatron We still bangin in space the new generation Oooh Kokane! Roscoe