Lyrics:
to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
the bank but I never did a crime
Afternoons I go shopping, but I don't lift
Back in '84 I used to wear K-Swiss
Catch me in Yonkers at the mall buying gear
know shit
Gettin on my nerves
'cause everyone claims they know us from the baller to the bump by the curb
But they don't know K-why
But know this, that
These are the games that we want you to play
We are your friends and we want you to stay
I said O.K. I will try
But as time passed by all
batteries.
And then on to the sewing machine
to stick the labels on purple T-shirts,
and the arms on pull-over jumpers,
for the U.K.,
Slavin' away,
all
a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty
By Nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours,
Yo check this out homeboy
God's on your side right? So why don't you do this, reasonable
14K, bow, pzzshw, I'm Audi
(You wanna do this direct
Battered, bruised, weary and worn
I still remember the day that I was born
The sun was shining in a cloudless sky
Clouds soon came
Followed by
was just with him, playin Sega
And buggin on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas
And now he's gone
I'm speakin on my man K
Brotherly love, I'm leadin' by example
You're up all night watchin' late night cinema
Trying' to get your life straight like that Y2K millennium
Cops
[Problemz]
Shit sounds like some old wild western
Shoot em up, O.K. Corral
Blowin up spots, Missin Linx
Better run that
Prepare your eardrums
For
guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward
solution is pollute innards, quick to shoot a bitch
I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs
my own ship
But my buddies didn't care they didn't give me no lip,
So many times we've been side by side:
But I never carried a load with so much
hop off in tha Lac, I swerve tha interstate
Just because I'm cheifin dro and i'm smugglin heavy weigh
Keep tha hood bout my G's and break um off a K
Doung and Nell, Randy Bell, drums by Microsoft Excel, and Margaret Welles
Lynchburg, Williamsburg, Park Dr., and Austin Texas, car alarms on Grand Street
out all the standard lines
It wasn't meant to be
You'll be O.K
Just give it time
It don't matter
There's a girl I've known since high school
never been to Memphis
No - we ain't never been to Memphis
Don't sing to me 'bout no wanderin' star
Or standin' by ya man an' his slide guitar
That
Twenty-eight, Twenty-six
a three alarm at five o'clock
sirens getting louder
Saw you in your K car
T-boned by the road star
Walkin' off with out
clip that's about to explode
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in
Kept back by the deeper rumblings in my breast
Bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest
Fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet
Mad lines from
to your man
When you open what you open mouth covered by your other hand
Brother its the first time that you heard, second time that you played
it
And +I+ can achieve it if +I+ believe it
J for Jersey City got to holler at my home
K I keeps it movin okay I give it on
L that's Big L may his
we brew
Authentic people in the town
Throw up your dub take a drag
It's Double K signin off from the home of the bodybags
Yo about five years
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