Lyrics:
outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card
And nowadays it's all these dick kids, that want to be hard
You're
the guns
Because people need their rights
Just like I need the First Amendment to say this stuff that probably pisses you off
It's not popular to say
It's
Through your stereo
Spliff starr ignorant immigrant
I'm gettin' it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I'm hittin' it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm
up, rearranged up
You've been reborn and you don't have to do the same stuff
You live regenerate, you get the benefit of Christ crucified
But you got
a D-Block near you
Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block
The place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk
Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers
light this, they won't miss you
Stoop kid born on the block
Boy just got from 10 the shop
No job but work in his sock
They pulled up on him with problems
from niggas helpin' cops
'cause they ain't movin' right
They tryna assist in law like ya brother wife
Fiends actin' crazy on the block
It amaze me how
You've got the world right in your hand
Yet it only seems just like yesterday
We used to run and hide
Remember in the park where we used to play
I'm gonna right do by you
You're gonna do right by me
We'll walk together hand in hand on this journey
I've got your back baby
You've got mine too
rock up.)
Blow that kush like a candle.
I got brick fare on me right now and I'll blow it.
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I'll blow it.
Take
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been written that all
kids' minds one
Block at a time
For centuries we left child labour behind
You've essentially trapped them all
Back in the mines!
Won't be fooled by
waiting to be had
If you think I'll let you go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'
You've got another thing comin'
That's right here's where
to church (no, no)
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit I got so many flaws
can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near half what I made
And I came from the block where it's storming
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
And I
And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids fuckin' pillow fight with it
You want smoke? I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I use to get jumped
birth control pills
You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change
You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange
New eyeliner, you was
the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like, "Where?" he come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping
done done at all
But I got a lot of stuff that I ain't get to do yet
I fucked up, I ain't make it through school
Wanna see if my kids gonna make it
because I didn't
Love Chicago it was
Because I needed to go to
New York so right now
I've got other innovations and
Other thoughts that I want to pursue
take shock anyway 6 Months right back on the damn block anyway But look money from across the street Think its sweet think you get money across
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
Six months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its
the law the new seed yes they want more
Cypress Hill Soul Assassins we smokin' 420 all day
We ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff
Excess
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