Lyrics:
Hey
That's my cigar
You'll steal another
Hey, look, it's bath time at the zoo
I thought that I'd surprise my mother
If you can find her
Who
southside, you can tell by the parlor
Give it a good look cuz' there'll never be another
Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?
Trust me, money can't buy
the older you (I have dreams)
You show of online just for likes and they follow you (Man I have dreams)
You think you the man when you play the girls who
the antidote, for the poisonous snake lies wit
Only wimps put the hiss on tape
You can't get on straight, this is dead on tape
Accompanied by Shawn J. with
blacks Filipinos, Vietnamese
Atlantic City, Vegas, Reno nigga please believe
[Chorus]
(It's pimpin') all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say
should stop re rolling backwoods that's all a fantasy you can say what you want but just like hip hop I was born in the Bronx and just like dj aj I can
that shit weak
And you switch beats
That's the same shit I did on RAID yo
This nigga soft like Play-Doh
I spit fuego, my dudes is moving if I say so
They
quiet. Even for New York city. I remember hearing a man ask someone else, Is she going to be okay?
I had just lost my home. I had just lost my parents.
Awww yeah, party people you lookin' good out there
Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I'm talkin' about we got the
Old school flavor & the New
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cuz we'll be the Old School artists
And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
it (miss it)
But looks can be deceivin', so don't you get it twisted (twisted)
Walked a lot of miles in these old school J's (J's)
Thought of many
of sentence...full stop.
Now what you gonna say about that il put all your plans
on lock,make you put all your mans on the spot,
im totally everything that your not,
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
And the kindness that I've lost
Stopped my preaching I know nothing
Pathological at my cussing
I'm too young I'm too old
Cognitive dissonance so I'm told
I can't do
when I broke the curse it was too late
No turning back, even if I start a new game
He said you need to go to Hyrule Castle
And don't tell 'em why you
chant of ambiguous rocking approval from two guys in the back - "free bird"
I hit the opening the chord
And I start an old song I wrote called "you can
and the things you say
Take advantage of your time
Someone ain't get to see today
We been getting high, we been feeling low
We was in the city, this shit is
Move to a new town
And get lost in your urban jungle
Welcome to the city they say
Welcome to the city they say
Your neighbours are always loud
the dream
Yeah lil bitch, I made it, you can call me your new king
Oh these bitches twins, I think I want them both
I can't get distracted, the streets, I
Yeah
Brand new look but the same old thing
I'on give a fuck what you think about me
Been doing my shit like fuck you mean
Say you got a problem but
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
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