It's hard, every kind of day Telling my younglings just what to say And it's harder, cuz there's two What's kind of cool, what not to do Making duff copies of Electric Boogaloo They lose one, they lose two No not to worry, Yes to disturb Doing rollbacks off my Mums front curb Buying their first pair of Nike's Sitting in the summer eating angel delight Pass on the rules down from my Mum Keep my two brothers under the thumb See my brother Ridd & Junior Headed by the King of Lesta You know what I'm sayin'"¦. please.
My breaths still smelling like a juicy fruit The girls look great in their birthday suits Even if I'm not hanging with my youth You can try & hide it but you know I'm cute You've got to make me wait up in a queue? So when the ladies see me they say "It's Junior B and screw" Matter of fact, they already do Now it's the young 'un of the family's debut My brother's dropped me in the track And I bring the bass for my party crew And that's you and that's you's I've got girls under my skin like tattoos I've got music out my ears like 1s and 2s