MR JUNG
Here's a story about a kid on the east coast learning a lesson about the all mighty dollar
Parents were always fighting about money, from the other room you could here them holler
He decided right then and there, "When I grow up I'm gonna be a millionaire
Ain't nobody gonna call me poor" when he turned 18 he was out the door
Him and his best friend Tuna, they moved to Californ - I - A
Didn't want to get real jobs so they had to make money in another way
They started selling that stuff when they ran into an old friend
He said bring this on back to the east coast where all the rich kids got money to spend
CHORUS
Hey Mr Jung, I bet your favorite colors green
Hey Mr Jung, tell me about the things you've seen
Hey Mr Jung, you lived every day like it might be the end
Hey Mr Jung, if you could go back in time would you do it again
He did a bid for taking grass across the state line, in the pen he met a friend that taught him more crime
Taught him all about blow and how to move it, when they both got out they got to it
Hooked up with Mr Escobar and started pushing that professional weight
All the way from the hills of Hollywood, out to the empire state, but his mama said
Oh no, no, no, no she said," Your no son of mine
Why don't you go into the real world get yourself a real job and stop with all this crime" he said,
"That sounds alright but I'm so good at what I do
I bet if you had my skills you'd be out there selling that cocaine too"
CHORUS
I bet you would, I bet you would
May the wind always be at your back and the son upon your face
May the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars in space
CHORUS
Here's a story about a kid on the east coast learning a lesson about the all mighty dollar
Parents were always fighting about money, from the other room you could here them holler
He decided right then and there, "When I grow up I'm gonna be a millionaire
Ain't nobody gonna call me poor" when he turned 18 he was out the door
Him and his best friend Tuna, they moved to Californ - I - A
Didn't want to get real jobs so they had to make money in another way
They started selling that stuff when they ran into an old friend
He said bring this on back to the east coast where all the rich kids got money to spend
CHORUS
Hey Mr Jung, I bet your favorite colors green
Hey Mr Jung, tell me about the things you've seen
Hey Mr Jung, you lived every day like it might be the end
Hey Mr Jung, if you could go back in time would you do it again
He did a bid for taking grass across the state line, in the pen he met a friend that taught him more crime
Taught him all about blow and how to move it, when they both got out they got to it
Hooked up with Mr Escobar and started pushing that professional weight
All the way from the hills of Hollywood, out to the empire state, but his mama said
Oh no, no, no, no she said," Your no son of mine
Why don't you go into the real world get yourself a real job and stop with all this crime" he said,
"That sounds alright but I'm so good at what I do
I bet if you had my skills you'd be out there selling that cocaine too"
CHORUS
I bet you would, I bet you would
May the wind always be at your back and the son upon your face
May the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars in space
CHORUS