Lyrics:
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day,
game too overcrowded
And nothing they can do about it, give my tapes away for free
And put it in your face on my kush DVD
So you can
Look at my hair,
sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice sexy
Dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
123rd
shift into a better man
Lifted by better hands
Intentions sent from my pineal gland
Remnants repressed till new energy is met in double helix strands
Looking back at the events in my lifetime
Things that happened today should be no surprise
The hints and clues proves
That nothing is new
I
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
on the block like Whoo Kid
ASAP standing on the block like the new kids
drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to have
Army fights in the smog, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Back when I was a kid, nigga
event, I'll catch em by surprise
Inner city new kid, Damir on the rise
So what's new, Kid D's breaking through
One two, one two
[Chorus: Kid D's]
I jump
hit my crib dvds and we doin it raw
Fa make a milly I'd put it on gold
Give it to mama and I take the odd
In and out
Driving mercs wit some groupie hoes
feet
Could have thrown the towel in and then admitted defeat
But it's always something new and by the skin of my teeth
The good lord looking down with
Houston, and of course Will Smith
Can't forget about Madonna or New Kids on the Block
And we all know the 90's supplied us the best rock!
Give me some
uncut like the rawest coke
And fuck rhymes when it's crunch
Time your whole squad'll choke
The whole block bananas
To get I stay by myself and
Hit
was up the block when my compadre Coolie Black got shot
All up on Second and Clara Blocks now check it
New change was burnin inside motherfuckers
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
got new music
Well I guess I gotta prove it
Can't have you looking goofy
On my block I'm a young prophet and my enemies look spooky
Run your race down
I ain't never ever
I ain't never ever
I ain't
I ain't never ever rob
Never stood out on the block
Never sat inside a can
Never beat up by the cops
I
understood
My shoes too big
Violate, you'll be gettin' your news through B.I.G.
A big rig for a big kid - that's me!
I should've got a scholarship for
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
Cuz they don't bother me (ha stop)
Nigga I'm always strapped I
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Yo Whoo Kid these niggas
for the syndicate
[?] Lester on these blocks, boy, you in for it
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only
Born and raised
In a warmer place
Sunny days
Son of Africa
His parents moved to Europe, growin' up would be tough
Roy, the only black kid
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