Young Hooligans lyrics

[Verse 1: D.C.]
You bring your knife to a gun fight, n*gga get your mind right
f*cking with DC I send that ass into the next life
Have n*ggas laughin' at you, mashin' on you, talkin' sh*t
Smack you up, black you up, tack you up, now picture this
This n*gga all on stage lookin' raggidy taking mine
I say no words, I play it cool, then I introduce Tech N9ne

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
And if you n*ggas wanna bang
It's all Jesus ain't nothing but a thing
Vill life motherf*cker Tecca Nina
Leaving every b*tch n*gga slain

[Verse 3: Dalima]
Call me [?] criminal individual hit 'em with a four
So low under investigation by haters that wake mo' show
For the igga nay I'm [?] all of my oney may
Players get busted when haters discuss it, they shake
Lit makin' hooligans with the lyrical more grand
Lookin' over my shoulder for murder again
I heard my kin got popped up over a girl man
Never been a friend to a foe, a "yes" to a "no"
But I stay blessed like pope, make a n*gga guess where I go
Yo, we down 151 bottles of rum quick
Performin' on beat, keeping it rockin' like some drum sticks
Label the [?], yeah, making this your first down
And if you got game chop it up like a pound
Knockin' dust to the ground town no for the mentally verbal assassin
With the D to the L-O-C yelling "We keep on blasting"
I'mma get up in it with lyrical games
Steadily hell he better be wearing a name
Creep with the milla heat under my seat
Cause haters on
[Verse 4: D-Loc]
"Why they want to hate us" is what I'm thinkin' up in my mind
That's the same reason why these bustin' igga nays are steadily die
Your people cry, cause they don't know half of the story
Is two sides to everybody's fall
40 deuce finna take 'em all like school time
It's a road call, all you player haters gon' pairs
Got mad cause you got embarrassed
Now you want to tear my head off cause you jealous (Why?)
Is it because I'mma verbal damage it?
Simmer up in the image makin' all my spinach off of selling cannabis
D-Loc and Dalima, the positive the opposite they struggle live
Now that we debated all these haters always lookin' at us
On the rage what we gots to give
Boy, this other nay I'mma k [?] and alima day [?] put dirt on my [?]
But ya ain't stoppin' no kind of progress
Mob threats with a sideback
Hating got yourself walkin' in Dalima's starting on another project
Hating on me? Look at the buddha blastin' with the G
Sick to the H-A-S to the E, repeatedly comin' to comin' to repeatedly b*tch

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
These young hooligans be f*cking 'em like (POW-POW)
Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (f*ckED UP)
b*tches all be like (WHAT WHAT)
When I hear a n*gga (BOP BOP)
If you ever f*ck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'
(f*ckED UP)
These young hooligans be f*cking 'em like (POW-POW)
Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (f*ckED UP)
b*tches all be like (WHAT WHAT)
When I hear a n*gga (BOP BOP)
If you ever f*ck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'
(f*ckED UP)
[Verse 5: D.C.]
This city life how can I get past it
Is scandalous, hectic, drastic and even got to [?]
How can I escape these snakes I was told to keep faith
Catch a new case some on the run to a new state
I'm livin' real fine, my mind constantly undoing time, smoke me some weed, cut up some green got the finner rhyme mister GC
These kids sold and I can tell (Tell)
And thuggin' ain't make it and tell me what would we prevail
A threat to all you broads

[Verse 6: Tech N9ne]
That's become a n*gga that hates, so Nina
I've been around the world and I-I-I
That's where my grass is greener
Than the next man, when I'm lecturin'
While had me off in your best friend contraceptin'
Leave it left there, face down, ass up studio westin'
n*ggas be mad at me, could it be my lyrical strategy
And they wanna get staticy
Would me and my villains be f*ckin' they b*tches' anatomy?
It's a lot of n*ggas vill life'ing on 'em
We tote guns and you knifing on 'em
When I call rogue dog
Best believe, my n*ggas be bitin' on 'em
But the Tech N9ne like
Of off in the midwest limelight in a rhyme fight
Comin' at 'em be the champion, b*tches' asses I'm strapping on
Dalima, D-Loc, DC, Tech N9ne, sh*t's recorded
Young n*ggas, such loyalties shall be rewarded
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
These young hooligans be f*cking 'em like (POW-POW)
Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (f*ckED UP)
b*tches all be like (WHAT WHAT)
When I hear a n*gga (BOP BOP)
If you ever f*ck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'
(f*ckED UP)
These young hooligans be f*cking 'em like (POW-POW)
Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (f*ckED UP)
b*tches all be like (WHAT WHAT)
When I hear a n*gga (BOP BOP)
If you ever f*ck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'
(f*ckED UP), n*gga!