[Intro: Trecho do filme KIDS de 1995]See a person like me, smoke weed til I hallucinateI don't know why, crazy right?This party was dope, that shit got played quickYo but the bitches are freaky hereKidsHey, kool aid and frozen pizzaIt's a work of art, I ain't talkin' Mona LisaDream of rockin' crowds, see me fillin' up arenasThis weed got me laughin' like a damn hyenaYeah, I live a life pretty similar to yoursUsed to go to school, hang with friends, and play sportsEvery single summer takin' trips to the shoreAnd that was all gravy but I knew I wanted moreAin't ever seen a young rapper like moiCan't believe they eyes, swear its just a mirageStill got my trainin' wheels in the garageBut I ain't gonna need those I'mma go hard (go hard)So far I've done pretty well for myselfA couple trophies on my shelf so what elseCould I want that I don't have yetWell a little more cash and my own fast jetSo I can go anywhere (anywhere) anywhere (anywhere)Cali for the Kush, cause boy I know there's plenty thereBout to be in music stores everywhere but not yetThey can't understand my conceptI been climbin' up the great wall, haven't had a fall yetThese blogs gotta know I'm on nextClean conscience, good SamaritanCompanies send me clothes so I'm wearin' emIf you didn't know well I'm from the BurghEverything I drop recorded by Big JermI smoke herb and I make musicI don't even talk about it boy I just do itEverybody got they own opinion, the reasons why they feelin' emYou must admit he's killin 'em, runnin' off adrenalineWaitin' for the game to wanna let him in, so open upThe boy a barrel of a smokin' gunWhether I'm old or young, the chosen oneI got a hundred billion flows to comeI hope you know the lyrics to every single songSo when I'm at a show everyone can sing alongMy weed bag empty, bottle at it's last dropI'm feelin' like this could be my last shotBut many more songs to make cousinSo why the fuck you buggin'?Yeah, we just some mutherfuckin' kidsWe just some mutherfuckin' kidsWe just some mutherfuckin' kidsWe just some mutherfuckin' kidsWe just some mutherfuckin' kidsWe just some mutherfuckin' kidsWe just some mutherfu...We just some mut...We, we just some mutherfuckin' kids
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[Intro: Trecho do filme KIDS de 1995]
See a person like me, smoke weed til I hallucinate
I don't know why, crazy right?
This party was dope, that shit got played quick
Yo but the bitches are freaky here
Kids
Hey, kool aid and frozen pizza
It's a work of art, I ain't talkin' Mona Lisa
Dream of rockin' crowds, see me fillin' up arenas
This weed got me laughin' like a damn hyena
Yeah, I live a life pretty similar to yours
Used to go to school, hang with friends, and play sports
Every single summer takin' trips to the shore
And that was all gravy but I knew I wanted more
Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi
Can't believe they eyes, swear its just a mirage
Still got my trainin' wheels in the garage
But I ain't gonna need those I'mma go hard (go hard)
So far I've done pretty well for myself
A couple trophies on my shelf so what else
Could I want that I don't have yet
Well a little more cash and my own fast jet
So I can go anywhere (anywhere) anywhere (anywhere)
Cali for the Kush, cause boy I know there's plenty there
Bout to be in music stores everywhere but not yet
They can't understand my concept
I been climbin' up the great wall, haven't had a fall yet
These blogs gotta know I'm on next
Clean conscience, good Samaritan
Companies send me clothes so I'm wearin' em
If you didn't know well I'm from the Burgh
Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm
I smoke herb and I make music
I don't even talk about it boy I just do it
Everybody got they own opinion, the reasons why they feelin' em
You must admit he's killin 'em, runnin' off adrenaline
Waitin' for the game to wanna let him in, so open up
The boy a barrel of a smokin' gun
Whether I'm old or young, the chosen one
I got a hundred billion flows to come
I hope you know the lyrics to every single song
So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along
My weed bag empty, bottle at it's last drop
I'm feelin' like this could be my last shot
But many more songs to make cousin
So why the fuck you buggin'?
Yeah, we just some mutherfuckin' kids
We just some mutherfuckin' kids
We just some mutherfuckin' kids
We just some mutherfuckin' kids
We just some mutherfuckin' kids
We just some mutherfuckin' kids
We just some mutherfu...
We just some mut...
We, we just some mutherfuckin' kids
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