Lyrics:
Sangamon a Englewood Baby
70th & Morgan a Englewood Baby
65th & Sangamon a Englewood Baby
67th Morgan a Englewood Baby
Been out in dat field like a nigga in
can argue all day, but it's agree to disagree
RIP to the queen, got to see the 70th Jubilee
Finally gonna get my chance to reach for the stars
Had
around 70th and Main,
On the westbound spur connecting with the circular belt
Intersecting with angular grids and diagonal avenues
I saw a band,
Do you remember this times
We went together back home
Driven on our old car on the 70th highway
No traffic around
To meet good friends in our
Play me some pimpin', mayne
Yeah you know I'm talking about
Yeah you know I'm saying
A nigga was geek'd up
Over here on 70th Street
On the corner 'n
the cars, I just do it for the cause, ay
Became friends with my flaws, now I'm whipping with the sauce, ay
Rapper In Progress, came a long way from 70th
saying that so you'd get a laugh
Even though that's deadass what someone told me a while back
When I was locked up at the 70th after being arrested for
something bigger than a twin sized bed
70th avenue hustle
Trying to keep my hands out the cold
I know the rent where I stay is about eleven days late
Why
On Jan 10, 2032
Lauren Replowski was the first to be successfully Re-Animachinated
Now, the day after my 70th birthday
I'm finally leaving my
to cousins out here getting that degree
That's enough to feed the family but me, fam
Living solo is the life that I chose
Coming in and out from the 70th road
how I reach out n come touch sum
Now act like you ain't catch that
These niggas like to play death
Caught so n so on 70th street n showed him how that K
Stra-Stra-Street Carlos!
[Verse 2: 70th Street Carlos]
Life a gamble; bet it all, fuck it (7777).
All my niggaz wit da shits & we all thuggin' (we all thuggin'),
Like the satellite Like the satellite
All radio stations transmitting old 70th hits
And my breaking heart keeps on beating but it misses all beats
Fogerty,
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70ths
You're Chateau Neuf,
I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet,
I'm just the table
I'm a Ford Temple,
You're
ain't gon'
Be no peace until the
Beast proclaiming "Peace" meets the Prince
Of Peace during the
70th Week! Whether you're a
Degenerate pastor or
Spiritual
and you said; Helo
I said Helo, helo
I was blushing by your precense 'cuse you where so,
so damn beautiful
and you had long dark hair like in the 70th
and I
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