Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Niggas, artist - The Game. Album song 1992, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eone
Song language: English
Young Niggas |
| Ray Ray: So what’s up Lil J? |
| Lil J: We down Ray Ray |
| Ray Ray: So what set you claiming? |
| Lil J: Claiming Hoover and South Shores |
| We down with 32's in most quads, straight like that |
| Ray Ray: Straight like that huh? |
| We grew up as friends, we was 10, lil' niggas on the block |
| He ain’t have his own basketball, so we shared my rock |
| His mama was a fiend, he ain’t heard from his pops |
| He used to share my clothes with him all the way down to his socks |
| He would spend the night, that one night would turn into a week |
| At least until his mama got back on her feet and she never did |
| So he moved in with me, my mama, and my sisters |
| Couldn’t let him go to foster care 'cause she ain’t trust the system |
| So she took care of him like he was me |
| Gave us everythin' she could back when shit was all good |
| Just some young niggas |
| We was just some young niggas |
| We was just some young niggas |
| Niggas turned 12 in '92, we was headed to the 7th grade |
| Runnin' 'round, stealin' cars, dreamin' about the better days |
| Duckin' strays, catchin' fades, tryna make it through this maze |
| Teachers out here smokin' J’s and wonder why we misbehave |
| Same book, different page, another year, different age |
| Cross colors, colors cross, bows turnin' into fades |
| He started Crippin', I started Bloodin' |
| Now we walkin' through the halls of school like we don’t even know each other |
| Young niggas |
| Young niggas, out in these streets |
| We was just some young niggas |
| All in these streets to feed |
| Young niggas |
| Lord knows I don’t want no enemies, yeah |
| Young niggas in these, ohh |
| Started off as brothers but sometimes shit fall apart |
| How can I hate this nigga with all this love up in my heart |
| With this nigga mean muggin' every time we in the class |
| Nigga tuck that blue rag or I’ma beat your fuckin' ass |
| Guess my mind gone |
| Caught him after school, he ain’t had no ride home |
| Still got that rag hangin', that’s what got him fired on |
| He pulled the strap, so I pistol whipped him with the chrome |
| Wasn’t tryna kill him, coulda pulled the trigger, I was just a |
| Young nigga |
| Young niggas, out in these streets |
| Just a young nigga |
| All in these streets to feed |
| Just a young nigga |
| Lord knows I don’t want no enemies, yeah |
| I was just a young nigga |
| Young niggas in these, ohh |
| Whopped my nigga ass, he ain’t take it on the chin |
| Rumor startin' to spread, I guess it’s on when I see him |
| Two weeks pass and graduation came around |
| I was walkin' through the choir, .45 under my gown |
| Had to take a leak, so I headed to the bathroom |
| Corner of my eye, seen him comin' out of the class room |
| We exchange words, so I cocked the 45th |
| He shot, I shot back, thank God I ain’t get hit |
| But damn I miss my young nigga |
| Young niggas, out in these streets |
| Just a young nigga |
| All in these streets to feed |
| Just a young nigga |
| Lord knows I don’t want no enemies, yeah |
| Young niggas in these, ohh |
| Young niggas |
| Young niggas |
| Young niggas |
| I ain’t the one nigga |
| Damn I miss my young niggas |