Lyrics:
town chic (wow)
I see her when I cruise the park and 106 (holla)
Next, her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
She lives on the west side I hit the L.A.X
the witness didn't show up
Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
Then all those
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
on be loud
The kush that I'm smoking so goddamn loud
I can see the police standing through the crowd
I can see these pretty women sweating my style
stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on
I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what
stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on
I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what
rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
as the stars were formed, I’ll leave a rapper’s carcas torn across a hardwood floor, while I’m blaring Linkin Park and Korn. From where the dark is norm, he’s
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
3W
Są takie rzeczy na które nie masz wpływu
Chciałbyś jak Linkin Park mieć szybki szmal szybki start
Zysk i szpan z singli brać tyle co Chingy hajsu
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
time, wit' this rhyme
By the end of it
Ya niggaz is gon' be like yo x riped it
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
You cats can't be for real i
muhammad
sean price
saul williams
dahlak brathwaite
michael franti
gabriel teodros
joell ortiz
mike jones
mike shinoda from Linkin Park
I invoke
So So Def
[Chorus]
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
All you Range Roves, it's nothing
So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave
me ten points on style
And the paint ain't trippin', drippin'
Look at this dippin', never caught slippin' or missin'
And in case you was doubtin' my
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
black silver tab Levi, stay high
Buy the around in a gray five
I call my niggas on my hands feet, voice recanition
Recognize by high park camition
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