Lyrics of 'Young Boy' by The Clipse

(feat. Pharrell)

[Chorus - Pharell]
(You out of line), mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)

[Verse 1 - Malice]
Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks (You out of line)
Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to a-tracks
Never stood a chance, exposed from way back (You out of line)
Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax
I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door (You out of line)
That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw
See in my household it was quite unique (You out of line)
Playin hide and seek, you might find a ki
Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental (You out of line)
Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental
Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 (You out of line)
And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich
How I turned out let it be no surprise (You out of line)
When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes
See, my family got a history of hustlers (You out of line)
Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, its tradition

[Chorus - Pharell]
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)

[Verse 2 - Pusha T]
My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there
What's my excuse, cartoons were the root
Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in
Palm of the hand, what couln't I demand
See, thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean (You out of line)
Low brim, no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey (You out of line)
Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie
With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes (You out of line)
Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough
Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze (You out of line)
In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul
Tha streets had me to mold (You out of line)
Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen
Rebel like Che Guevera (You out of line)
Tyco RC versus Carrera, peak

[Chorus - Pharell]
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)

[Verse 3 - Malice]
I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum
Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure (You out of line)
Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure
The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle
Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle
Let that explain me and how I got involved (You out of line)
Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal

[Pusha T]
Age fifteen, walkin through the hallway
Plate the new Jordans, first ones on the scene
See I could afford 'em, livin out a dream
Hustler on the rise, laces untied
Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride
Didn't know I was knotted in street ties
Teachers askin' how and why (You out of line)
Bitches passin' by, oh my, he's so gangsta

[Chorus - Pharell]
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line)