Somethin 4 da Youngsta's

Something 4 Da Youngsta's - Da Youngsta's

There was a time I used to wish I was older

So I can look over my own shoulder

When it came time for partying

I always had to check with a guardian

You know mom and dad

Sometimes I think about the fun I could've had

Swinging with my crew

I used to boo ho about my early curfew

If I didn't show up I'd be on punishment

Guess where the rest of my week will be spent

Yeah in the house looking like a jerk

My boys are having fun while I'm doing housework

I remember one time in the game

I could hear my mom calling my name

I had two strikes working on the third

Somebody yelled out yo Quran's a early bird

But I ain't pay it no mind

Cause back then a hard head made a soft behind

My mother always said don't worry about a cup

It's all a part of growing up

But nevertheless

Like they say mom knows best

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

If we wasn't in the store playing video games

We was chilling on the block calling each other names

Nah nothing too offensive

But you had to wear gear that was expensive

Like one handred dollar sneaks

Even though they'd be dogged in two weeks

I didn't care all my boys had a pair

Except for me I didn't think it was fair

I told my moms the price she frowned the buert

Said Son they cost more than a phone bill

Be thankful for what you got on your feet

Some people don't have nothing out on the street

Learn to be yourself learn to be original

And don't worry about the next individual

I feel as though this needs to be expressed

Nevertheless mom knows best

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

Twenty four hours seven days a week

We played ding dong dixie and hide n go seek

We chased down girls acting like a fool

It was even days that we hookied from school

But never again

Once mom started yelling it was no telling when

She was gonna whip out a belt

I could've put ice on her it probably would've melt

I know momma's call once I heard her shout

I Bronk and you can bet I take you out

All I hear is clear your room and wash the dishes

Sometimes I wanna click my heels and make three wishes

One to be older two to be a rap star

Three to be driving in a nice fat car

As long as I live at this address

Nevertheless mom knows best

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's

This is a little something for the youngsta's

A little something for the youngsta's