| Yeah, Youngsta’s in effect for ‘93
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| And we ‘bout to get wild on this Beatnuts track
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| Like that
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| So yo, drop it on them
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get rowdy and loud
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck-buck wild
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| Pump pump pump pump pump, pump me up
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| I’m a sick wild child-looking kid in a
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| So get down, um, get, get down
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| ‘Cause I’ma kick, um, kick, kick all clowns
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| Off the planet ‘cause niggas be taking me for granted
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| But when I start dealing, I’ll be rocking hips like Janet
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| So don’t come close or get me hype
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| Flame your head with a pipe and when I’m done, I’ll say good night
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| I got more props than props got, I get hot
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| Drink it like Scotch, you’re supposed to make you think you’re top notch
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| Savage, eating, just like cabbage
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| ‘Cause when I start tripping, all you kids can’t manage
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| To handle, yo, I’ll burn you out like a candle
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| So don’t step in my grill ‘cause I’m a real bad man, uh!
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| So watch your back, your back you must watch
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| I’ll pop more Glocks than a draft goat’s dreadlocks
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get rowdy and loud
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck-buck wild
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| Well, here I come, here I come, so watch out and make way
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| A kid getting wild, but they see child’s play
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| I’m going pound for pound, so and get down
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| I’m rough and rugged, kicking all of them
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| Shoes
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| No time to snooze or bust a ruckus
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| Side-buttoned trunks like my man Dick Butkus
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| So no more skateboards and toys, I bring the noise
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| I hold my own, so don’t you play me like no little boy
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| It ain’t my fault that I’m some type of problem child
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| ‘Cause they confuse it when I was just an
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| So now I’m letting all my anger on this
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| Tell me when will it end, until then I’ll keep a grin
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| So, yo, don’t trust me ‘cause I’ll sneak ya, then creep ya
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| Mask in your face ‘cause I’ll surely don’t need ya
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| ‘Cause I’m a wild, you’re a wild, and everyone’s a wild-wild
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| Then flip styles and act loud, man, I’m just a wild child
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get rowdy and loud
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck-buck wild
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| I go off, go off, crunk, never soft
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| On the boss that’s horny, that’s why I double-cross
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| I’m crazy, I must have been dropped when I was a baby
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| A punk trying to play me, you’ll be raising up daisies
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| The bow down, bow down, yeah, that’s my motto
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| Hush, you can’t flow, so pray you’ll hit the lotto
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| Ever since I was a kid, I had a hard head
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| Don’t care what you said, I’m ‘bout to flip my wig
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| Or what, I’ll give you a pitchfork, forget the shovel
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| Like Dennis the Menace, I’m here to cause trouble
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| Don’t tell me what to do, I won’t follow
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| If I wanted to take orders, I’ll get a job at McDonald’s
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| So now you know the deal, I’ll kill with the skill
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| fill up your whole grill
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| I get buck, I get buck, no, you better just suck
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| I like to get down on the mic when I rip ya
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get rowdy and loud
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck wild
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| I’m a wild child, now get buck-buck wild |