Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Black, it's time
Word, word, it's time, man
It's time, man
Aight, man, begin
Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
or long
I said get outta your grave
Oh everybody is dancin' in the street
Hey Do what you know Don't be slow
You got to practice what you preach yeah ha
or long
I said get outta your grave
Oh everybody is dancin' in the street
Hey Do what you know Don't be slow
You got to practice what you preach yeah ha
or long
I said get outta your grave
Oh everybody is dancin' in the street
Hey Do what you know Don't be slow
You got to practice what you preach yeah ha
Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up early
Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California different toilet, same
sleeps
I am the man
Call me DiCapo, a product of these New York streets (win)
Straight out of Rockland but shotsland popping
Hitting spots, spitting
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
get this motherfucking money (Rich gang)
I'm down to fill this empty sacks
I'm down to fill this empty sacks
My little niggas gonna set me straight
My
I'm sure I need some rest
Sleeping don't come very easy
In a straight white vest
Should like to see that little children
She's only four years old,
If I hang around for one more round
I'm gonna call her up
I should leave right now, head outta this town
But I don't trust my truck
'Cause
"From New York straight talk, America's best"
"Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!"
"From New York straight talk, America's best"
But all I really want you to know
I fell straight outta love
Straight outta love with you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I fell straight outta love
Straight outta
thirty-eight that'll look you straight in your eye
Jack miraculous he was a' sure spectaculous
The son of a New York gun
Look out Jack ...
He got a black
fuckin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Walkin' outta JFK in my
All black Champion hood 7 5
8 Yankee fitted, what's good?
Hop in the Range Rover with Styles P and Kiss
Roll the window down
Well if we really wanna make it
Really wanna make it, I wanna make it man
Straight ahead all the way you guys
I don't care how dirty you guys get
Stretch
Straight from the Terrordome
Where my niggas packin' chrome an
Extra clip when it's on
Never will I go left, I'm comes right
All night nigga
With
the New York scene
We'll have a son of a bitch of a time
C'mon
Let me entertain, let me entertain
Let me entertain you tonight
Hey where's my
"From New York straight talk, America's best" (3X)
"Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!"
"From New York straight talk... America's
Bad boys - get outta town - yeah
we got ta leave ya 'hind
Bad boys - get outta town
Say
They were outlaws
From Britain to New York
gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From new york straight to paris
I'm talking lenny kravitz
Whenever he is around
He puts me six feet under
[Rakim]
One two
Yeah, yeah,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Yeah it's the God baby,
Long Island's own,
Barbarian
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
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