Young Maylay, born on the West Coast raised in Los Angeles amidst the turbu… Read Full Bio ↴Young Maylay, born on the West Coast raised in Los Angeles amidst the turbulence of riots and gang violence has been cultivating his lyrical skills since a teenage G. Young Maylay is emerging into the Hip Hop scene with the whole West Coast behind him pushing. The message is certified authenic experiences of inner city life which led to Young Maylay being featured on popular compilations and underground mixtapes such as Killa Tay's "Thug Thizzle" (2000), and Rodney O & Joe Cooley's "Summer Heat" (2002).

The showcase of Young Maylay's talents has gained him the respect and acknowledgement within LA's Hip Hop establishment. Maylay will release his mix tape this summer and is currently featured on King T's Latest album "Ruthless Chronicals" (out now) & DJ Warrior's "Coast Control" (out now). Maylay is well on his way to leaving an indelible mark on Hip Hop. BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELTS!!

Currently Young Maylay has expanded his presence beyond the realm of music with the lead role of Carl "CJ" Johnson in Rockstar Games "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas".

Speak On It
Young MayLay Lyrics

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Introducin the Westside Strangler, bangin with the fixtures
Mashin in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters
I just got it waxed, now I′m true without a doubt
Dippin down Alondra on my way to the south
The big homie [Name] bet a g, a whole ounce
He said it wasn't hot, I made him watch the back-bounce
Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp

I dropped by my old crib just to see it′s all good
The little homies moved in the spot with Lil' Wood
See, niggas this way don't give a damn about you hoes
We find real estate in the midst of robbin yo′s
With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks
Keep a eye on who′s who and muthafuck what's what
For all gees who got it poppin in they hood for the moment
It′s the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I'ma speak on it

Ah, that′s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood)
Move on gangstas, move on
Move on gangstas, move on
Ah, that's that gee shit (mobbin through your hood)
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on

Man, the night comes and a gangsta′s intuition
I hops in my 'burban, limited edition
I'm lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that′s my mission
I′m through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin
What will it be, Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Suckers, I′m a gee, I got some (?) I ain't touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by ballers, I′m legit
And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don′t believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess
Or his brother Big Droop, OG's, nothin less
It's many niggas drinkin that gangsta juice
But I done seen none of y′all when it was time to truce
And I was at [Name] Park squashin beef with opponents
While your ass was at your mansion eatin pussy punk, speak on it

These busters better recognize what′s comin
Dancin on D's with the Alpine humpin
Every since the child knew the ways to live foul
Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal
Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal
Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I′m real
I represent the West to the fullest extent
A Southern California Hub City resident
Yes yes y'all, it′s not a secret no more
I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore
Like that, comin with that West Coast strap
Guaranteed to civilize a nigga talkin smack
What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it
This one's for my people up in Texas, watch em screw it

Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment
But if your ass can′t comprehend fool, speak on it

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Young MayLay's song Speak On It tell a vivid story of a day in the life of a gangsta living in Southern California. The song starts with the singer introducing himself as the Westside Strangler driving a hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters after just getting it waxed. The singer then drops by their old crib to find the little homies moved in with Lil' Wood. The singer goes on to note that people in their hood "don't give a damn about you hoes" and are always "robbin yo's." At the end of the first verse, the singer calls out all the gangsta's who talk the talk but never show up when it's time to truce.

In the second verse, the singer is cruising around in their suburban looking for a Lakewood hoe, fed up with Hawthorne tramps who snitch. The singer ends the verse by saying they represent the West to "the fullest extent" and have "lyrics out the ass" that are all hardcore. He asserts his status as a cool criminal, an alcoholic chronic-smokin gangsta, and claims to have witnessed many niggas drinking that gangsta juice. Towards the end of the song, the singer challenges anyone who can't comprehend to speak on it.

Overall, Speak On It is a vivid tale of gangsta living in Southern California, filled with references to various streets, hoods, and OG's. It also portrays the singer as someone who is unapologetic about their criminal lifestyle and is always ready to speak their mind.

Line by Line Meaning

Introducin the Westside Strangler, bangin with the fixtures
I'm Young MayLay, and I'm here to represent the Westside with all my force and power.

Mashin in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters
I'm driving a fast and powerful car with fancy rims spinning.

I just got it waxed, now I′m true without a doubt
I just got my car polished and shined, and now I'm looking great without a doubt.

Dippin down Alondra on my way to the south
I'm cruising down Alondra Boulevard on my way to the southern part of town.

The big homie [Name] bet a g, a whole ounce
My friend [Name] bet one thousand dollars and one ounce of drugs with me.

He said it wasn't hot, I made him watch the back-bounce
He said the deal wasn't risky, but I proved to him that we needed to keep an eye out for trouble.

Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
I'm stuck in traffic, but I feel like a successful pimp who has everything under control.

Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I activated the hydraulic system in my car, lifted the rear wheels, and turned left on Kemp Street.

I dropped by my old crib just to see it′s all good
I visited my old house to make sure everything was okay.

The little homies moved in the spot with Lil' Wood
Younger guys have taken my place and are now living in the same house with Lil' Wood.

See, niggas this way don't give a damn about you hoes
People in this area don't care about women who are not loyal or trustworthy.

We find real estate in the midst of robbin yo′s
We look for opportunities to expand our territory while robbing our rivals.

With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks
We have luxury cars and trucks, and enough caviar for the customers who buy our products.

Keep a eye on who′s who and muthafuck what's what
We pay attention to people's reputations and ignore irrelevant details.

For all gees who got it poppin in they hood for the moment
This song is dedicated to all the gangsters who are currently succeeding in their neighborhood.

It′s the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I'ma speak on it
I'm King T, a true gangster, and I'm asking for respect and support because I'm going to talk about what's important.

Ah, that′s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood)
This is what gangsters do, driving around aggressively in your neighborhood.

Move on gangstas, move on
Keep driving, gangsters, keep moving forward.

Groove on hustlers, groove on
Keep going, hustlers, keep grooving and succeeding.

Man, the night comes and a gangsta′s intuition
When night falls, a gangster's instincts become stronger and more accurate.

I hops in my 'burban, limited edition
I get in my customized suburban SUV.

I'm lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that′s my mission
I'm searching for a prostitute from Lakewood for my personal pleasure.

I′m through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin
I'm done having sex with prostitutes from Hawthorne because they often collaborate with the police.

What will it be, Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
Which place should I go to? Pepper's, a local strip club, or Paradise, a bar with many women?

They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Both Pepper's and Paradise have many women, but you need to dress appropriately to enter.

Suckers, I′m a gee, I got some (?) I ain't touched
I'm an experienced gangster and I have some contraband items that I haven't used yet.

Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
I have two expensive items: a fedora hat and an Armani purse.

Nigga what, raised by ballers, I′m legit
What's up, I was raised by wealthy people, so my lifestyle is legitimate.

And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
If you don't think I'm legit, ask Freeway Rick, a famous drug dealer who knows me well.

You don′t believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess
If you still don't believe me, ask my friend Big Jess.

Or his brother Big Droop, OG's, nothin less
Also ask Big Jess's brother, Big Droop, who is an experienced, original gangster.

It's many niggas drinkin that gangsta juice
Many people pretend to be gangsters and drink the so-called 'gangsta juice'.

But I done seen none of y′all when it was time to truce
I haven't seen any of you when it was time to make peace and settle conflicts peacefully.

And I was at [Name] Park squashin beef with opponents
I was at [Name] Park, trying to resolve conflicts with my rivals and enemies.

While your ass was at your mansion eatin pussy punk, speak on it
Meanwhile, you were relaxing at home, not taking action and not being a true gangster.

These busters better recognize what′s comin
These wannabe gangsters need to understand the consequences of their actions.

Dancin on D's with the Alpine humpin
They're driving cars bouncing on hydraulics, with loud music blasting.

Every since the child knew the ways to live foul
I learned to live an unethical lifestyle since I was a child.

Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal
Now I rap and make music like a relaxed criminal.

Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal
People who regularly drink alcohol and smoke marijuana know what I'm talking about.

Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I′m real
People who carry guns and talk tough know that I'm authentic and genuine.

I represent the West to the fullest extent
I'm fully committed to representing the West Coast and its gangster lifestyle.

A Southern California Hub City resident
I live in a city located in the heart of Southern California.

Yes yes y'all, it′s not a secret no more
Here I am, revealing my true identity and lifestyle without any secrets.

I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore
I have plenty of hardcore and intense rhymes to share with you.

Like that, comin with that West Coast strap
I'm releasing my music with West Coast style and attitude.

Guaranteed to civilize a nigga talkin smack
I'm confident that my music and my personality can make people behave properly and respectfully.

What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it
If you have a problem with me or my crew, just express yourself and dance, that's fine.

This one's for my people up in Texas, watch em screw it
I'm dedicating this song to my fans in Texas, and I'm warning them to be cautious and to take care of themselves.

Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment
My message and my voice become loud and clear for a brief moment.

But if your ass can′t comprehend fool, speak on it
If you're unable to understand my lyrics and my style, feel free to criticize and challenge me.

Writer(s): young maylay

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