2pac - Young Black Male lyrics

("Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.) Young black male! ("Hard like an erection...") ("...ain't sh** to fool with" -- Ice Cube) ("Hard like an erection...") Young black male! ("...ain't sh** to fool with") [runs backwards] Young black male! [2Pac] Yes n***az... yes n***az... yes n***az Young black male! ("Hard like an erection...") Young black male! ("Hard like an erection...") ("...ain't sh** to fool with") ("Hard like an erection...") Young black male! ("Hard like an erection...") ("...ain't sh** to fool with") [2Pac] Go n***a, go!! [Verse One:] Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack and f** goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm f**in the s*uts and hoes The bigger the bu*ts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the n***a can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real n***a bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes n***a, N-I-G-G-A n***az Ay n***a you can't handle that sh**! Pa** that man! Hit that sh**, that's the sh**! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that n***a momma We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty n***az Keep it real n***a, f** you n***a! You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherf**er f** St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? f** you capo. You ain't in baby. I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that sh**, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back YOUNG BLACK MALE!