Really need to hear it in your
Take it in your spirit and your soul
As we bang out with the old
And into the new with that sassy
Classic backseat banging ass hip hop
Coming from a place where
Hit a record store downtown
waxing his chops severely
With them fresh beats, not daily, my crib
Through analog fiber optics
Junkyard alleyway trashcan soldier
Clicked the perfect flick,
But the last they got, now that ass is hot
Reason of tellin' these tales like
Tradition of the new black rendition
Sparkle and glisten at all
Conversate with the turks
Organized for the girls and for the guys,
been fortified with the hoodness,
Answer why in the world shouldn't this,
Be number one, under the sun,
moon and stars, I spent frantic bars.
I'm going to show I'm I'm
I pop steam when I enter the
took the street corner out
Smashing every counterpart with
Digi down dirty then he rose up
rapping ain't roll or blunt
This is what they want, you had yours
Hold up, eradicate all ducks
Q44 bus, only took four bucks
LP in the back with the gold fronts