Lyrics:
or ask
Got that 40 hangin' out, that's gon' make a nigga crash
Better duck your fuckin' taco before we get up on your ass
We the littest in the city, they
for the pill is how I stay for the ill
Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it
We bold and impressive that old manifest shit
Some new product
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
on top of us, I feel like Rocky on those stairs
No lighters in the air, please just wave that funky funky
All gonna die one day so what's the use in saving
the day I came out my mother's womb
I found myself in the operating room
Then the doctor spanked me on my behind
I didn't cry, the kid started to rhyme
are new, houses is gone
Like a twister came through and
Dropped dust in Kansas
Rent hike outlandish I need a brew
Throw the hoodie on tough
Trooper past
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
on top
Remember days I used to slide in, get my ass blocked
Now my phone keeps vibrating when I pick up
New game, new ways, they try to hop on
I'm just
After the shock, his face against the rock
A body lost in the dock, NOFLIPE around the block
Hurt in the brain, we gave him a new name
Life rythmed
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
down
Innovate with my day ones
On a new wave
Way away from
All these little dudes
Acting like they saying A-1
But they make something stupid
For their
[Slick Rick]
He in a bid nap, human being waste spittin
As I'm sweepin through an alley in New York, a stray kitten
Dog chase a couple of blocks
ya wanna back flip
I get biz' with the skit, I DJ like Quik
The topnotch of the block, 'cause I carry a Glock
Holy hot rocks I'm hot, so give up
New kid on the block
Fresh in the game
Grind never stop
Ice in my veins
Think too much got the world on my brain
If you blink too much then the world
better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city
71 super charged big block hemmy
Ya eldavarge, I'm
to spiffy
Stay new at the feet I got all the suburban nerds
And kids in the street wit me
Crowd around and bare witness
As I do it so real so far I
hit list
my rest in piss list
dude that be hangin around Nas
you know, gay baby
nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called "
of the nation
So fuck college and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hold hands
Then we could live in peace in my homeland
God damn the way my
and gwan on me way
Put hip-hop inna de tape and press play
Me get one block and me hear "Pull over!"
The guns are in the trunk with a thin cover
They ask
On 1-25th
Just tryin'
My best
To get on
Back when
Me and puff
And b.i.g.
Was kids
And I knew
Jodeci
I was young
And tough
And fresh in love
don't look your way
Spread love its the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Dear heavenly father
It's truly an honor
To converse with you in this verse you
As my
Yeah, rough, have you had enough?
Like the New Kids On The Block, you know we're
Hangin' tough, hangin' tough
Chorus:
And do you know? And do you know?
heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But
Couldn't hang around, no
Way back then
I miss those good ole days
Hangin in the park takin after dark
Flashbacks from the pass,
Can't seem to get away
It's
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