Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes gorillas up to bat at home plate That was a uncanny era, in my Yeah, X Clan hair, with at the top of my fade
Homicide an' Feds on the blocks I played, b-ball when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause 'Cause Ray could see the ghetto Was told to stay strong an' I beat the devil
'Cause yo, I used to play Balcony seats Watchin' swing razors in the front row, out in the streets The car show, 560's, afros Acuras pumpin' Super Cee an' Casanova
Live chicks be, bustin' out of clothes Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers they earlobes So them years go? Where the old gold beers an' cheers go? But now shorties here doe, so
The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, one mo' time
The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, right
Political thugs in shark suits us to pull In army boots, yellin, "Join the forces" We lost the War, intoxicated poisons Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger
There's still a lot of in the carpet offices War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they us won't be servin' the beast too long The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I
street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose An' Peachtree heads was tootin' they nose In frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's an' double
We devil incarnates, headed for Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us Your paper was the death of Christ An' all these shorties comin' up, resurrect your life It's like a
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' Island bustin', still packed, what's the word? The stay drinkin', or puffin' they An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, right
to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to, hair products Back before my generation, when our started disintegratin' 'Til awareness started
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes liquor to prove we some creative Turnin' nothin' into somethin', is God An' you get nothin' without struggle an' work
War is necessary to my in From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one The hardest is to forgive, but God does Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, wrong, but God loves
Take one toward him, he takes two towards you Even all else fail, God support you I done it, got God sun on my My heart an' my lungs was from an' gettin'
Do body right an' it loves you back You get one life, an' yo, because of that I'm still blazin', out for the cause rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no laws An' it's like
The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word? The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they An' I'm, still life's ride, one mo' time
The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, right