Lyrics:
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
the dawgs mutts
Fell out of love
I can't even picture when I get cuffed
I don't wear Rick Owens they're rubbed
The Cali I'm smoking it got me abducted
Don't
I feel like I'm Toucan Sam
Different color vv's I'll show you on cam
Rocking Rick Owens getting fly Peter Pan
I was raised by wolves I ain't get
live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by Ya who up by the corner
Told Ya, that's where I want to so long a nigga a boner
Ya think
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
to be a G in the army of these streets i'm back with sacks of crack and gats for my enemies black boots in fatigue nigga you can't see I'm in front
gonna press that again
The streets been calling my name past ten
Talk on my name better be past tense
Cah I'm way too lit for your current affairs
Man's
on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
[Chorus]
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin'
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
on the bus to save on heating
Or getting close for warmth while barely eating
Back by Ben we're playing piggy-in-the-middle
Daydreaming of sharing a duvet,
them in the hood
We'd a stuck them things coming in
We get them off by the dozen
We about that action, you ain't about nothin'
Girl of your dream, I
and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so
no blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get no blood on the dope
Mask on, fully loaded, when I pull on street
Rifle, butcher knife, zip
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
Let's take it to the stage sucker!
It's the E and I'm smoking.
Wild like Tone Loc I'm roasting, bakin' MCs
The E I'm not joking so back up
got a beam, sticks in the Maybach
I'ma clear the scene, back-to-back Hellcats tearin' up the streets
Poppin' out like grease
Yeah, I'm poppin' all
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
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