Check it on the one, you Com is come it on the one, you Com is gonna come Check it on the one, you Com is come And it out, ha
My raps do laps around to the days The vibin', I'm the comma, comma, Chameleon I use to pop the willy on my blue and sting ray It had maxed, I was bitches that had coochie
Bassum wasn't rollin' Starters, looking than niggas Hoes wore clothes that exposed figures Ain't 7 steps in the jam, next the come there would be one, numbers I would get at least one
We to the get together with whatever You know how deep it was, we all did shit together Eat up all your vittles, drink brew and then step to The next cue, do it again, y'all
That was mad was tall and phat was cold The of Old Chicago and Fun Town and shorties we run 'round strike outs till sun down but the shit ain't as fun now And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew
Talking cat on some gear, have enough for a Polish in com fair I stare, at what use to be and think about Who use to cop our (Who?) Our neighborhood father
I'm out my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah be rollin' Ol' dirty bastard from ya neck Ain't to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I Niggas be
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some 'cause um be rollin' We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats um be rollin'
I got more rhymes the Manor got folks had style Since I went to McDowell, boats And penny loafers I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard but now I the rhyme
It's rain drops, couldn't make our game stop Skeeter hit from the same spot tore my shit down, get down, put your body in motion Only the strong but on the 6 or the 5
Live as hot as sex use to be at the club with music by Andre Hatchet Or either Box Ferris at them country club parties Would be hot as hell and house would get, Find a body!
Sawyers, I would go there, hip hop were so rare I like the music anyways and it was hoes there Was said to have the best chicks but mostly High and V hoes Is who I mess with, the best was troopin' to the loop
With your positions held class crooked ass but go the division (I that) Over Yamela's crib while his old was at work Bust a smoothie on the spread but sill some on your shirt
I'm out my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah be rollin' Ol' dirty bastard from protect ya Ain't to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I Niggas be
make a stop take a leak and get some chops 'cause um Niggas be We gonna hit the streets for brew and some eats 'cause um be rollin'
I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the master I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home Then HBK was the only station that would fuck rap You was on the shore by castin' stay up your act
What you could make of it, you was a gump they was shit fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get full My drink there was and Red Bull I remember in Avenlon and being in a pool
I thought I was cool with my Members And a bold fade wall to greens to get The sport gray and palmade And soft As we got older we would star crush and fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I nuff niggas And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would When I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh to lie Home of the original gangbangers and ain't shot
I'm out with my crew, ain't to do but ah Niggas be Ol' dirty bastard from protect ya Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe I Niggas be
make a stop take a leak and get some chops 'cause um Niggas be We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some 'cause um Niggas be