Lyrics:

He young, he young, he young, he young
She young, she young, she young, she young
He young, he young, he young, he young
She young, she young, she young, she young

I hit the 2-1 blocks each and every day
Niggas peepin' they shoulders in each and every way
No sweat, 'cause if I sweat it
I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it
Take control of me, fool you can roll wit' me
From O-G to O-G, you can reminisce wit' me
About the hutch, about the milk bowl
Two Dee took a bank, left knockin' fools out cold
It was me, Baby Poppa, and the homie, Tic
All my folks locked down, gotta make it legit
So I'ma spit, and keep my spittin' straight real
I know that you can feel penitentiary steel
Locked down all around for the homies touchin' down
When my rags get out you better walk a safe ground
(Walk a safe ground)
'Cause I'ma let them ride, killer
You betta stay inside and keep yo' shit on yo side, nigga
Set trippin' wit' me
Because what I see is greenery, and that's all I see
As the day gets older, don't tweak, take a look over your shoulder

Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum-diddy, dum-diddy, you'll get done
Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum-diddy, dum-diddy, you'll get done

Livin' this life I can't help, but diss my dream
Maybe since West Anthems, I want to roll a beam
Clean, but only had a B-M-X
Now, hopefully that 850 lookin' spiffy will come next
I bounced to 120 and Figueroa
Yeah, my house posted across from the store
Just like that, hit by the drive way and park in the back
1986, fools is known to jack
Around this click of the hood, you found no punks
Many gangbangers, dope fiends and drunks
I learned, bunny hops, threw rocks at cops
I ran out of boys with toys and ICEE's on hot days
And apple sticks on deck, R-C Cola to break a sweat
Now I bet that everybody's comin' up
If you turn on the wrong street, liable to get stuck, now what?

Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done
Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done

I ain't no motherfuckin' murderer nigga, I'm a killer
'Cause murderers get life, nigga and killers keep killin'
I'd rather die with my eyes open
So I can see how these motherfuckers wanna do me
They set me free bullet loco head with the beat what
And these niggas know they have to retreat when I speak
They young and dumb and wanna have some fun
And drinkin' liquor way before the age of twenty
So, how you figure that'll never put in work for that hood he love?
You never paid him no attention, so who should he love?
And to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him
And some bomb bud patrollin' the hood
Ran a ho's name through the mud
And these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubt (Without a doubt)
Thats the reason got lost and turned out
He shoulda keep patient, but you was still money chasin'
A double life is what that little nigga facin'
And all because he was...

Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done
Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done
Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done
Young, dumb, full of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done