Artist: Kurupt & Roscoe f/ Tone Album: Cali Untouchable Radio 5: Y.A Song: End of the Road (Y.A. mix) Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro: Kurupt] Death Pentagon like nigga, Gotti Sinatra War zone, it's happenin', it's over Yeah nigga, it's happenin' I've been on that internet watchin' these niggaz right? Y'all got so much to say right? It's happenin' Nigga we 'bout to smash on you busta ass niggaz Oh, y'all want somethin' from Kustapo nigga? Oh we gon' show y'all niggaz Y.A. - Youth Authority First-round up, first-round draft picks nigga Whole squad massive, movin' on these busta ass niggaz What's up Tone? [Tone] We lookin' for a city bitch, one that I can get it wit Move in and move out wit, I'm lookin' for a bout it bitch One to cook the powder quick, that's my kinda bitch Let's address the topic, come on let's get it poppin' I've been hot since niggaz was pop lockin' Break dancin' and beat boxin', been had the block poppin' Nigga I'm a young prophet, young and had to weigh his options This is big business, this is big Benz's And my game's official, I ain't playin' wit you This is war time and you ain't got no more time And I got my niggaz on the way, bringin' more .9s [Roscoe] Yeah, fury and phrases, from furious phases Murder and anguish, we mercilous gangstas nigga Burners and bangers, we turn 'em and tangle 'em We drinkin' on syrup nigga, we aimin' for sturnems as curtains Tuck your shirt in partner, let your pistol show Die like a man motherfucker, what you bitchin' for? California days is drinkin', blazin' in the sunshine Got a case, now I got a runaway devised Speed chases, I'm blazin' the one-time My barretta on my waist and I never hesitate Pull it out when it's gun time My O.G.'s corrupted my young mind 21 on the run with a gun Young, dumb, full of cum, tryin' to get my funds And I'ma ride to the fullest, duck and dodgin' the bullets Fo'-fizzle on my side, niggaz die when I pull it If I should get wasted, no sad faces Bury me basic, no jewelry, no Jacob Eyes blurry and blazed up And don't be worryin' for me unless I wake up And don't be pourin' no 40 for me, just drink up We not a bunch of sad, punk ass, sit around and mope ass no class cowards, with limo tinted windows on Eddie Bauer's Soft as flowers, all off to chowder We the killa click, nine millis filled with clips No time to chill with flips, my mind on the scrilla flip It's Youth Authority nigga, we shoot for arteries nigga With loaded Rugers, Lugers, and Cougars in the car with me nigga It's Y.A.