Lyrics:
Uh, Sista's rollin up on the 125th
dida-di-dang-dang -dida-di-dang-dang- dida-di-dang-dang, uh
Sista's rollin up on the 125th
dida-di-dang-dang
Uh, Sista's rollin up on the 125th
dida-di-dang-dang -dida-di-dang-dang- dida-di-dang-dang, uh
Sista's rollin up on the 125th
dida-di-dang-dang
Bridge
Catch me on 125th by the Chicken Spot
Up-North-N-- major figgaz yea I make it hot
St Nicholas Bad ***** see me down the block
*** like dis
the whip for none
If you want disrespect, my intersect
125th Aurora Ave
Represent the set
If I catch you saying the wrong thing, you gon' lose your head
Saying peace to the blackbirds 125th street
And check the flow that's unique
For loungin', loungin', mellow out and just loungin'
Loungin', loungin',
Saying peace to the blackbirds 125th street
And check the flow that's unique
For loungin', mellow out and just loungin'
Loungin', loungin', mellow
buzy
And I do it fluid til the suckers get dizzy
Saying peace to the blackbirds 125th street
And check the flow that's unique
For loungin',
Tupac broke my heart
We need to hear ya, hear ya voice
They say, this ghetto fabulous
On 125th street forkin' around
This village, and the village
he got knocked
When niggas was stuntin and wouldn't let me on the block
125th in the Beemer with AZ
He gave a bum 50 dollars that really taught me
That
on a paper chase, yes I'm on a paper chase
My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman
With records from 125th to Japan
I let them play like Donny
to the spot, drop the top, and then we history
Move down to the Apollo, 125th Street
That's where the people of all creeds and colors meet
Push up on a cutie,
papes
Because I'm on a paper chase, yes I'm on a paper chase
My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman
With records from 125th to Japan
I
uh, couldn't remember the movie we just seen
But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown
How do the 125th street sound
Amateur night, Showtime
fish from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my
on a beck's, pumpin the remix of das efx
Drive down 125th with my man
And what did I see, bein sold at the stand?
A bunch of bootleg tapes that he had claim
on 125th
She was standing 5'4" with her hands on her hips
She had the clothes on, capris send it to the tip
Body when she walks, she pulled the keys
Oh my God
This isn't really Mase
It's Mase
This is Mase (oh my God)
Where you at? (No)
I'm at Harlem World
125th Street (yeah)
Apollo? (Yeah)
Oh my God
Where you at?
No I'm at Harlem World
125th Street, Apollo?
Yeah
Where all the abandon buildings are?
Yeah
Oh cool
Oh wow,
cold sex in a lex'
Sippin' on a beck's, pumpin' the remix of Das Efx
Drive down 125th with my man
And what did I see, bein' sold at the stand?
on the countdown...Sheek come home tomorrow..
My Uncle Ted, he doing 10.....Uncle Stevie doing another 12....
He shot police on 125th on the Westside..
WHAT UP ALI!....Tiny
couldn't remember the movie we just seen
But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown
How do the 125th street sound
Amateur night, Showtime at the Apollo
took the D train uptown
Shante and her whole crew groovy hair style
Yo baby yo baby yo t-shirts
Gold teeth smirks at mark 125th
Hope the heat work few
from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot
hot,
Your man got shot
And they blew up your tree spot,
On 125th and St. Nick,
Shit is getting thick
Your boy got caught in St. Martin with
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