Tekster:
King B Growing Old

Well, if we live, we gotta grow old baby And I know just how you're going to be Well, if we live, we gotta grow old baby And I know just how you're going

Well, if we live, we gotta grow old baby And I know just how you're going to be Well, if we live, we gotta grow old baby And I know just how you're going

youth can grow Then learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more, learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king

did their thing But, Jam Master's gettin' loose and D M C's the king 'Cause he's the adult entertainer, child educator Jam Master Jay, king of the crossfader

the king of the M slash CEO of Memphis Ridin' hundred thousand dollar cars and feelin' so damn pimpish I'm the reason why you boys went back to your old

Goose both did their thing But Jam Master's gettin loose and D.M.C.'s the king Cause he's adult entertainer Child educator Jam Master Jay king of the

I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier While you represent bad niggaz like denzel in philadelphia I ruin more brothers with skills careers than don king, yo Yo b

Dropped that game and it hit like boulders Now she's sprung, sittin' in my Benz Rollin' up the tent so you can't see in Playin' that old Luther stuff

And I don?t sympathize, cause you a simple b***h I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh*t And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled b***h