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  1. Misfit Youth

From the recording L.O.D.B

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Lyrics

I was a youngster like 14 at the latest I think
at the back of the class with a regular pad that I would plaster with ink

a couple tags that I would tag but mainly Skandalouz me

and Smokie V would hit the weed his mom hid under the sink

and every bottle in the cabinet we'd have us a drink

then puke on the carpet and vacuum it so casually

till gradually

we saved enough lunch money and we got our own

a 20 sack of homegrown and some 40 zones

popped the cap and ingested that Olde English

listening to Eazy E and the Luniz hittin the green then

dip dip dive so-socialize

with the homies from the 20 that rolled from below the 5

every corner we turned we were gettin live

back in the day when we couldn't drive and the patamobile was the only ride

right around the time that Pac had dropped “2 Live and Die in LA”

every day we were flying high killin time





Young and dumb full of tequila and rum drunk and lookin for some shit to do

puffin on nothing but that red hair skunk a bunch of punks just representing the crew

giving a fuck bout what society wanted from us just living for the minute it's true

we could have been anything that we wanted

instead of lawyers and doctors

we were happy being misfit youth a bunch of misfit youth




Hop out the window and head up on the block a little

meet up with wacko to spark up some indo and play Nintendo

boss up on some fucking Contra, watch cops then we off to get to

the party at Gardner Middle School start it off with a little brew

end up munching a bit of shrooms

boom

touch the stars smell the angels perfume

sober living was just a tomb popping acid tabs glasses of orange juice

we consumed till we passed back to the orbit of the moon

and the tunes in the background defined the moment

it was either Brotha Lynch, Mr. Doctor or X-Raided loccsta

can honestly say we didn't know where we were going

just coasting stuck in slow motion not worried about atonement

if anyone wanted funk then you know the homies were rollin

10 deep up in Crispy's truck hit the function and get it on

with 10 toes on the fucking pavement so crazy it's been so long

but it seems like just yesterday never thinking that we'd belong just







Young and dumb full of tequila and rum drunk and lookin for some shit to do

puffin on nothing but that red hair skunk a bunch of punks just representing the crew

giving a fuck bout what society wanted from us just living for the minute it's true

we could have been anything that we wanted

instead of lawyers and doctors

we were happy being misfit youth a bunch of misfit youth