Ordinary Guy

I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick Me and my click, we was on the Van Wyck A whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaks The music lowers down and this passenger speaks It's a, flame of mine from back in the day John Adams High down on Rockaway Like to blow around the smoke in the air from the trees From the way it's lookin', word they still gettin G's Scoped out the whip, I'm checkin' out each honey They must be gettin' money, I didn't see code 20(?) The L's was burnin', Alize is what they drinkin' If she said she's on the way and yo it really had me thinkin' Of back in the day when we both used to swerve At parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herb Word my man I never hit it raw On the strength to-fuckin'-day we still get it on, listen [Chorus] I'm, just your, ordinary guy Love bitches and money and love bein high Run with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky Tah How that sound? Ah-ah Here's a little somethin' from Linden and the (?) We used to get down and hustle my man But nothing comes easy in this world full of shit Nigga take this job and shove it out quick what One day I'm workin' up on the block Slingin' my motherfuckin' rock Now police they tried to run up on us My niggaz tried to warn us (where at) on all the corners And now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettin' You see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-ed Hopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyard I knocked on the door, yo whassup bruh? Yo let a nigga like, me in Police they tryin to pull a nigga in They lookin' for the kid that's sellin' that crack note Lookin' for the suspect in the black coat Yo, I'm not, I'm I'm not the baddest But these motherfuckers know my status Now peep it I be comin' with the motherfuckin' Thunder and the rain, I will remain, cause [Chorus] This job, shove it out quick Nuttin' come easy in this world full of shit Used to put me down, to hustle with my man Little somethin', from livin' in the 'Ville Huh, huh, huh, hustle my man Huh, huh Now, now, now, now this one day I'm workin' at JFK It's the 4th of July, nigga HEY! Something's wrong man, I don't like this day It's going too long man, I'm gettin' strong man From pickin' up these motherfuckin' banners See I want that shit to make my eyes sad So I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10 I'm all in and in the van with my man Now I'm up on the block, puffin lye And I'm with Lou, Spig, and Tah Now peoples lookin' at us, lookin' at us Police they want to come through and rush But we ain't got no crack, we got weed That's all we need, yes indeed And I'll, always Smoke weed in the hallways, cause [Chorus] Take this job and shove it out quick Nothin' comes easy in this world full of shit I used to get down and hustle my man Here's a little somethin' from Linden and the (?) Now here's a little somethin' from Linden and the (?) We used to get down and hustle my man Now nothin' comes easy in this world full of shit Nigga take this job and shove it out quick Take this job and shove it out quick Nothin' comes easy in this world full of shit I used to get down and hustle my man Well here's a little somethin' from Linden and the (?) Here's a little somethin' from Linden and the (?) I used to get down, and hustle my man Now nothin' comes easy in this world full of shit Nigga take this job and shove it out quick What?