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My raps do laps tracks to the days The idiot vibin', I'm the comma, comma, I use to pop the willy on my and gray sting ray It had maxed, I was with that had coochie
Bassum rollin' Starters, looking harder than niggas wore clothes that exposed their figures Ain't 7 steps in the jam, next the police Heist there would be one, I would get at least one
We to the get together with whatever You know how deep it was, we all did shit together Eat up all vittles, drink your brew and then step to The cue, let's do it again, y'all
That was when mad was and phat was cold The days of Old Chicago and Fun and shorties we run 'round Play outs till sun down but the shit ain't as fun now And the city is all run down, we down to Jew Town
Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish in com I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and about Who use to cop our (Who?) Our neighborhood father
I'm out with my crew, ain't to do but ah be rollin' Ol' bastard from protect ya neck Ain't to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I be rollin'
Gotta a stop take a leak and get some chops 'cause um Niggas be We gonna hit the streets for brew and some eats 'cause um be rollin'
I got more rhymes then the got folks had style Since I went to McDowell, boats And loafers know I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my but now I dribble the rhyme
like rain drops, couldn't make our game stop Skeeter will hit from the spot Torla tore my shit down, get down, put body in motion Only the strong but on the 6 or the 5
as hot as sex use to be at the Racket Wrong club with music by Hatchet Or either Beat Box at them country club parties Would be hot as and house stud would get, Find a body!
Sawyers, I would go there, hip hop were so rare I the music anyways and it was always hoes there Was said to the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes Is who I mess with, the shit was troopin' to the loop
With your positions held class crooked ass but go the division (I that) Over Yamela's crib while his old was at work Bust a smoothie on the spread but sill some on your shirt
I'm out my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah be rollin' Ol' bastard from protect ya neck nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I Niggas be
Gotta make a stop a leak and get some chops 'cause um be rollin' We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some 'cause um Niggas be
I tuned into BMX and Farly on the tone master I took the 6 of the 28 to get home faster HBK was the only station that would fuck with rap You was on the by yourself castin' stay up your act
What you could make of it, you was a they was takin' shit Either fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get My drink was Boons and Red Bull I remember in Avenlon and being in a pool
I thought I was cool my Members only And a bold wall to wall greens to get The gray and palmade And soft breasts As we got older we star crush and bang fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff And are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie Home of the original and ain't nobody shot
I'm out my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah Niggas be Ol' bastard from protect ya neck Ain't nowhere to go, so I up with a hoe while I be rollin'
Gotta make a take a leak and get some chops 'cause um be rollin' We gonna hit the streets for brew and some eats 'cause um be rollin'