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swinging jeans and looking for a dream,
Cause I'm old enough to rock the bop

I like the sax when it starts to scream man
I'm gone and I dig the scene
swinging jeans and looking for a dream,
Cause I'm old enough to rock the bop

I like the sax when it starts to scream man
I'm gone and I dig the scene
take a walk
Maybe talk about old times

And we wear blue jeans
And big green beans
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one
In my forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
All I had to my name was a big ol' truck and a little ol' place
I
the five
I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice

Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life
Money feed good, all downs is a bet
Meanin', any
know
Six foot four
Two twenty-five
He's all the way live
See, where I come from
We like 'em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
these hundred dollar bills are like baller I-D.
And I get under niggas skin,
They should call me I-V.
But if you try me nigga,
I will be your caller
the Wal-Mart and the prison
Down by the old V.A. 
Just my jeans and my t-shirt
And my blue Chevrolet
It's Saturday night
Feels like everything's wrong
I've
Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
I met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
Oh, I got a five minute rush from
You in your faded blue jeans
Flip off into a nod and dig myself for dying young
It's like cool was the bop and the flair
I kicks it to my pools by the nap of the hair
I'm pinning
in it like a champ
You want to feel the bass pump up the amp
Brothers bop their heads to the funk y'all
So many non-believers said I would fall
But now
us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

(No one on the corner)
Got a bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my knots don't fit
No one
She comes inside
Been playing football with the guys
She's all high fives
And dirty footprints on the floor
Next thing I know,
She's hanging out
on the corner) Gotta bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit (No one on the corner)
Gotta pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my
know
Six foot four
Two twenty-five
He's all the way live
See, where I come from
We like 'em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
drummin' on the dash
Only brakin' for the badge

Had the man in blue burnin' through
Tickets by the pound
Yeah, I paid for every red light
In my hometown

I
Skinny jeans, a wedgy and a dance rendition 
Tycoons wouldn’t choose that mission 
These cats is all hyped, that‘s why I don’t listen 
I’m too tank
on the corner) Gotta bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit (No one on the corner)
Gotta pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my
us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

(No one on the corner)
Got a bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my knots don't fit
No one
and be the s*** and the urine Na-na-na-na-nal
Trying to get that Kobe number, one over Jordan

[Chorus]

(No one on the corner)
Gotta bop like this
the last hope, fuck it this my fast flow
I slow it down I pick it up, blue jeans I rip 'em up
That's swag bitch, you mad bitch, see you in my past bitch
when I send for ya,
Bring friends wontcha?
I'm from the 80's NYC 5 percent of culture,
Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma,
Wrist
to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security
screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up