No Country For Young Men Songtext / Lyric

Many motherfuckers criticize pros and how they play

And many motherfuckers criticize rappers and what they say

Even though they criticize, secretly they fantasize

But they know they'll never paid be to play



Yeah

I'mma kill one of you young punks

With a old school flow



Though I walk through the shadow of death

I gotta make sure that my shoes and my outfit fresh

You bitches get jealous when you see me coming

Y'all would too if you see my woman



Y'all know what we 'bout to do

This shit here 'bout as sick as the flu

Drunk motherfuckers wanna vomit on my shoe

Niggas can't have shit prolly 'cause of you



Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale

Steffan policy, don't ask, don't tell

Where my water-bees as I go get the mail?

Half black is the new black, can't you tell?






It was blue-black like Wesley Snipes in new jack

Now you got to have a white mama just to do that

Tiger Woods, he used to be a safe nigga

Go ahead and let your daughter have a date with him



He'll make with her prolly in a wife-beater

Tiger 'bout to change his name to cheater

I don't like it when you call me Big Poppa

From South Central and I hate helicopters



If we at school, I'll break in your locker

See me with a water bottle mixed with some vodka

Drink responsibly or drink constantly

Be who you wanna be in this economy



Drunk as Sean Connery at the finery

Can't throw me out, motherfucker, I'm the honoree

Trust me, I'll never be the nominee

I don't kiss enough ass, I'm too honery



Ice Cube, be where the piranhas be

Swimmin' upstream, eatin' all kinda meat

West Coast treat it like hyenas

Take what you want from these lying ass cheaters



Eat the fuck out these big cat beavers

That's how we act when you don't wanna feed us

Crazy motherfucker ever since I was a fetus

Might as well join us, you ain't gonna beat us



Please believe us, you can ask Jesus

I'mma be here 'bout as long as Regis

Understand, I never pledge of allegiance

See this ball of confusion might cause a conclusion, boy



I see you're cruising for a bruising

Fucking with a principal that don't like students

Don't you know that tension is a lynching?

And if I fail to mention then I'm spinning out my pension

(No)



The reason I home in

'Cause this right here ain't no country for young men

Sunny, you done fucked up the churches money

I'm red fox and you that big dummy



This junkyard was a empire

Y'all let it get overran by vampires

Most MCs is God damn liars

Like them supervisors working up McGisors?



Bitch, I'm not a dodger I'm a Laker punk

You's a fucking clipper, you can call me Jack the Ripper, cut you up

By your gizzard then down by your liver

Rooter by the tooter, gut you like flipper



Dipper y'all better treat me like the skipper

Head trigga, the air nigga

Air honkey and air critter

I come thourhg and kill every litter

(Like that)



No country for young men

(No)

It's just a ball of confusion

(No)



No country for young men

(No)

Your world is just an illusion

(No)



No country for young men

(No)

It's just a ball of confusion

(No)



No country for young men

(No)

Your world is just an illusion

(No)