Lyrics:
Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E.
kids get bout it I mean my hood is ROWDY
I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up and out it
Before jump in the game le'ts get one thing understood
all bought my new album
I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
Everybody in Jersey bought it
Everybody in uptown bought it
Eveerybody in
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
shootin', sike, I made you look
Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died
Yeah, ok, ok
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on
Pulling up, to the block
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it
Make a move baby, mix some tunes baby
Feeling loose, lemme choose, L.A. views today
We're the news, baby, out on Tuesday babe
She's amused, by
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin' fun
A crazy run
Time
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
like
When I came in, they always give new
Kids the examples like, "Now if
You want to leave here, you
Act like him you don't want to
Be like him" After
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survived, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I can tell ya 'bout the do's and don'ts
Can make it anywhere I go, so lose I
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
care what a bitch say
I'ma be like this 'til I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's 500 ya ride factory
The new album is on the way
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
Jada who eva man old nigga new nigga wut yo yo yo yo yo
[verse 1]
Who really the best rapper since BIG eint here
Y'all no the answer to that when kiss
heard bout the do's and don'ts of sin
Then you see church folk with a devilish grin
You looking for a start but all you see is the end
You tired of being
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Guild[00:06.02]That bitch linkin' with your opps[00:07.56]Man, it's crazy that you still pipe[00:09.49]Say you on the block[00:10.66]Man, it's crazy
The only shit that we be dropping is the real hot shit
We the new kids on the block
But fuck that we the ghoodfellaz on your block
You think this is good
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
for the white kids who still singin' that "Thotiana" (Huh?)
In the back of they mom's new Honda, sayin'
"Please play the song 'Mo Bamba'!" (Hahah!)
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