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[Intro] Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come {*repeat 3X*} And check it out, ha
[Verse 1] My raps do laps around tracks and adapt to any environment.. I`m the comma comma chamelion I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had mags That was when bitches had gucci tags And wasn`t rockin` Starters, looking harder than niggas Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures 8-7 stepped in the jam, next the police come Fights there would be one, numbers I`d get at least one We`d come to the get-together with whoever You wouldn`t know how deep we was, we all didn`t sit together Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to the next cue, let`s do it again y`all That was when mad was tall and phat was cold The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town As shorties we run `round, play strike outs till sun down But the shit ain`t as fun now, and the city`s all run down We`d troop down to Jew Town, talk a cat down on some gear Have enough for a Polish and car fare I stare, at what use to be better and think about who use to cop our liquor (Who?) Our neighborhood father figure
[Hook] I`m out with my crew, ain`t nuthin` to do but ah, "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB Ain`t nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB
[Verse 2] I got more rhymes than The Manor got folks Had style since I went to McDowell, wearin` boats And penny loafers though I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme It`s like rain drops couldn`t make our game stop Skeeter would hit from the SAME spot `til Marlon tore my shit down, get down, Put your body in motion only the strong survive But on the 6 or the 5 The live-est sets used to be, at the Racket Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchet Or either a beat by Pharris at them country club parties We`d be hot as hell and House studs would yell "AH-IGHT, NOW MON-EY!" Always I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks But mostly Hyde Park and "V" hoes is who I messed with The best shit was troopin` to the loop in your precisions Cut class to get ass, but still go to division (I remember that) Over Yamela`s crib while his old girl was at work Bust a spoolie on the spread, but still have some on your shirt
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[Verse 3] I tuned into BMX, and taped Farley on the tonemaster Took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster Then HPK was the only station that would fuck with rap You was on The Shore by yourself cats`d (would) say "Up your hat." What you could you`d make of it, if you was a gump they`d take ya shit Either fight or break for it, we`d go to the lake and get full My drink then was Boone`s and Red Bull I remember swimming in Avalon, and peeing in the pool I thought I was cool, with my "Members Only" and a bowl fade Walk to Walgreens to get the Sportin` Waves pomade And soft brush, as we got older we would start ruckus and bang fags Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas Go to Marshall`s and change tags, I snagged `nuff niggas In games of Off the Wall, and softball, Piggy one I would call When I first got my three way callin`, I caught marks tryin` to lie Home of the original gangbangers, and ain`t nobody shot
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