Låttexter:
Gold Kids

[Chorus:] Better sit down kids I'll tell you why, kids You might not understand, kids But give it a try, kids Now how should I put this I've got

GOLD AND A PAGER... [Chorus:] With a little bit of gold and a pager [repeated] Cool Kids Cool Kids Yup! Uh... Pedal down the foothills wheelies on

this is the closest to this friend that i've been i hope you find it on greener ground and bluer skies i hpe you don't think less of me if i'm cold i

Thick fog grows in waves on the Golden Gate I was checking my watch seven minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the bar

people ain't here Two in the air for the father that's there Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto Four for the kids that don't wanna be there

wanted These streets is taunted Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids,

, she grabs a knife Tempers esculate to a total rage Shots burst out from a loaded twelve-guage They call it mass murder, suicide BUT SOMEBODY TELL ME WHY THE KIDS

solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold

in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger way over town That digs on me (She give me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold