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young and trippin' - steffon lyrics

[intro] (several times)
i guess i was just young and trippin’

[verse 1]
i use to go with the left
thinking i was cool
trying to impress the girlies
at a younger age
a young mack frontin’ like i was paid
but i only had a roll of 1’s
and a beach cruiser
and no matter how many times it got stolen
i got new one
grate? and louie vuitton and gucci
i was flaunting but i bought them at the swap meet
with some gazelles from the liqour store
treating my girl to the ice cream truck like i was grown
and i couldn’t really take her all at late too far
because her booty use to hurt on them handle-bars
i wasn’t suppose to have company
when my moms was gone
when she left little stef had it going on
8 in the morning til 6 o’clock
me am my homies where cooking up food for the whole block
but it was only about 3 of us chilling like we were little players
but i guess we were just young and trippin’

[chorus]
i guess i was just young and trippin’
young and trippin
i ain’t slippin
these are the things that make your life take a whipping

[verse 2]
i remember going to school like i was a young g
t-shirt tucked in
my kaki’s saggin’ low creased up to the t–th
browning gloves on my hands
flip back h-ll of a popper
at the riz rooting tooting
still tho booting miss-fit
the ladies was sporting the miniskirts
i was sporting the curl
it use to mess up all my t-shirt
i never ran out of activator
i always had the dush red
and it use to always turn my curl red
no sweat
i just told all the girls that it was my natural hair colour
half indian ask my mother
they wouldn’t let me wear my earing? in the cl-ss room
so i always use to mess up my momma’s good broom?
walking outta’ my neighboorhood
wasn’t cool fools
always trying scr-p when i was by myself an after school
me and my crew was straight mobbin an stoppin suckers
and kicking them
and thats cause we was just young and trippin’

[chorus]

[verse 3]
i can remember the days of getting my hustle on
hustling for the clothes on my back
the raps and for the funky tracks
back then a brother wasn’t doing demo’s
or riding around in limos
or step in the club and clock them ho’s
kicking it with the homies shooting cr-ps
taking ens’ from them fools
but no matter how much i won’t even steal, fool
i was around some g’s
cool young brothers
how to be a g
cause i couldn’t learn it from my mother
from kicking it with the mack attack
listening to k-d-a-y
joining the l.a. posse
and turn into fly guy
happening’s that club in back to back
running out the club with numbers
hanging out my pockets like a mack
i had to cut the curl
fade the side
die it at the top
comb it out
and now the skunk got props
and when i find myself
i often catch myself reminiscing
cause i was just young and trippin’

[chorus]

- steffon lyrics

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