can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at Black, huh!! I snatch the beauty
jive Sell the rest of them tapes boy, where the deposit at? Where mine at? Oh, for real, I'm out Where's the party at? Where's the party at? Where's the party at
, if you wanna We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia Ya see, I do it to ya 'Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us But you can't
, make sweet salvation Chuck D talked about his uzi Biggie smoked down up in the ja'causezi Guinea Love is no dimwitted floozy Got discriminated kids, I can't afford to be choosy Ya
New York and Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston He should have been killed left in the coffin And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth
at computer games, and your brother always beats me, And if I lost, if I got cross, then I'd chuck all the controllers at the tv, and then you'd laugh
at San Diego Sitting back with Felony, Jayo I ride high speed and shoot-outs with the fedder 25 worth of ledda, nicknamed Bambayona Belted like the rifleman, call me Chuck
N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be bustin Where New York at? Yeah, yeah,
change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At
be automatic so don't do it 'cause, baby Hamburger won't help ya, if Dres gets ghetto life like wool blankets Found in a shelter where niggas hairy like Chuck
tell the world they just don't understand My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat My people are you with me where you at? Ya
'd like to peel your eyelids back to see You always torment my own intentions Credibility is what you strip from me Livin' on the dark side yellin' at
that magnoila cause I want that bitch KC take this glock, make will of the spot Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block And we gon tell the police, this this where
's where I'm at, I wanna go back (Back in the time) And that's where I'm at, I wanna go back (I wanna go way back, way back ya'll) I wanna go back (Back
get the beef on 'cause I'm sure I'm sure ya Are gonna try to come back around but I'll ignore ya It only takes one shot to floor ya 'cause I'm kid rock
L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the area ya goin to Ya might need to where a black khaki suit standin in grey and blue Ya never know who gon' be waitin
set tag Dumping out the window of the '65 See the blood splattered postman It's D's on the ride (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Off in the distance (Where we at