Lyrics:
Midnight Friday night you'd text me
"Dad's asleep, baby, come get me"
Right, a left, and I was at your house
One dirt road down
The second we
the rewind
Haven't you heard through the grapevine
Or the Kenwoods' or the Alpines' that
Zo the Scholar blowing up like an abandon house up on the block
on speakers
Flames snatched I was born this way
87th Street and Hyde Park was warring
Over gossip, Kenwood bras was pouring
Suited in three-quarter
wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood
Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood
I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga)
Gotta have sprilla
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
bigger dreams
I copped a house out in the hills just to switch scenes
And now they back home saying "How could Vic leave?"
I got Chicago on my mind like
couldn't wait for somethin good
To put in yo Kenwood
Turn it up to twenty-one
And bop it in your hood
I'm a eastside nigga Nigga
Gotta have sprilla Sprilla
Ron'll be beatin'
Saved my day, dancin' on speakers
Flames snatched I was born this way
87th Street and Hyde Park was warrin'
Over gossip, Kenwood bras
I paint the white house black
It ain't no future in your frontin'
(To the beat y'all, and ya don't stop)
(To the beat y'all, and ya don't stop)
facts
You leave it up to me, I paint the white house black
It ain't no future in your frontin'
(To the beat y'all, and ya don't stop)
(To the beat
Hit-Boy, still bussin'
Big moves bein' made, by the dozen
Gold chains on my neck, zoomin' out in public
Got the Kenwood face, 2 15 subbin'
I'm gettin' large
of the government
If I was the President, I'd stay fat
Leave it up to me, I'd paint the White House black
Ain't no future in yo' frontin
"To the beat y'all" "To
Colin Kincaid from the twelfth grade, I guess you could say he was my best friend. He lived in a big tall house out on Westfall where we would hide when
gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston
I've got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm
The doors always
house is that daycare
Big sis on the porch and she braiding hair
And Before we hard drive we got that hardware
Police on that Reco trying to get us all
I'm from Camden New Jersey nigga
Kenwood 1430 nigga
A little ass place in this little ass state
Ain't nobody afraid to get dirty witcha
Yea I can
the president of Rap leave it up to me l paint the white house black ain't no future in yo stuntin naw man
ain't no future in yo stuntin
{ LAST VERSE: 3rd
could've died
But I'm alive , I put 22s up in the sky
Everyone I visit kenwood that shit makes me think bout Ty
And why the good gotta die, hope my angels
Ferrari
White convertible top down so let's party
Kenwood deck with the gold plated panel
In rotation with the distro on Clear Channel
Five star
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