Lyrics:
guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to LA we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter
go
Ok golfing on the block I'm just in it for the ride
I'm a big stepper, step outside and rise n shine
My oh my, what a time to be alive
I just step
on pay roll
I roll with death like my crew is Billy and Mandy
You can get the lead like a kid with Mexican candy
Clean hands but got contacts that Randy
the hell...what the hell...
[Chorus 1: Lord Tariq]
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money
Suprise,
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
got enough cash
Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
But you let them use you as an example
don’t be a fool
I serve niggas by the schools
I make all the fucking rules
I watch all the fucking news
To make sure the jobs through!
CASHIUS!
We running my phone keeps buzzing
They want us to stop but we ain't stopping (No way)
Ye I'm covered by grace but step out of place
You can end up in
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
for the kid
A lot of up and comers cool but don't compare em to the kid
I'm about 4 5 seconds from wildin' word to ye and Rhianna and Paul McCartney
think
If I keep goin' at this rate
I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep
I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with
when the album wrote
Cadillac on spokes and it ain't a fuckin' joke
Ain't no laughin', straight up mashing
Catch me in a brand new ate up Madison
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Hotbox, I was the kid on the back block
Now it's new wheels on the drop top
I had to Gucci her crop top
Hotbox, We used to hang with the have nots
We
a new set of laws
And we'll still break those
Get a new list of drugs, we will take those
Standing on the block in my b-boy pose
Nike sneakers on my feet
him of GZA back then I was a cold
Little nigga painting pictures
Avalon did that, six pack
Raised by them killers that’ll never
Bring them kids back
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new, what?
Everythin' you doin' kid we already did it
Everythin' you spittin' kid we
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