(Hard like an erection)
Young black male
(Hard like an erection)
(Ain't shit to fool with)
(Hard like an erection)
Young black male
(Hard like an erection)
(Ain't shit to fool with)

Yes niggas (young black male)
Yes niggas (ayy pass the drink you greedy bastard)
Yes niggas (young black male)
(Hard like an erection)
Young black male
(Hard like an erection)
(Ain't shit to fool with)
(Hard like an erection)
Young black male
(Hard like an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)

Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause guys wanna jack

And fuck goin to jail
'Cause I ain't equipped to stop how I look
I don't sell yayo
They judging 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 fuckin' the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts, the tighter the clothes
They givin' your Jim many blows
Then what do ya know, it's off with some clothes

Proud 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga
N-I-G-G-A, niggas
Yes niggas (young black male)
Ayy nigga you can't handle that shit, nigga (yes niggas)
(Yes niggas)

Pass that man (Yes niggas) (young black male)
Hit that shit, that's the shit
It smell like skunk, smell like skunk (young black male)
Smell like that nigga over there momma (young black male)

Bitch, we ain't nothin' but some low down dirty niggas (young black male)
Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga
You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker (young black male)
Fuck St. Ide's, it's an Old E thing baby
Stick me some of that Hennessey
(Young black male)
Can I drink with you guys?
Can I get a little up in here?

Fuck you El Capo
Yeah baby (okay, okay)
Okay, I'm coming back
You guys are not gonna be talking
All that shit, when I come back, okay?
We gonna say who's the big guy, when I come back

Young black male

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Word Collections Publishing
Writer(s): Charles William Miller, Deon Evans, George Jr. Clinton, Harold Ray I. Brown, Howard E. Scott, Le Roy Lonnie Jordan, Lee Oskar Levitin, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Thomas Sylvester Allen, Tupac Amaru Shakur