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or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls
Dot da genius, baby
What the fuck do these people know about me? (Mhm)
Everybody on the block talk about me (mhm)
Way back in the day, you used
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
doughs even though I got those
Still respect mom and dad house, okay
The new kid on the block, yeah that's me
From the magazine covers, movies to tv
Shake
fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
wanna see me shine!
Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back in the Bone zone!
But you just beginnin' with the daddy you don't know.
They
a Philadelphia boy
Tell these people how you moved out and
You a New Jersey resident boy
Them OG's on the block
Are like Japanese chefs
Cause soon as they smell
and I said, "Obie, I can't pick up the garbage with these here
Handcuffs on." He said "shut up kid, and get in the back of the patrol car"
And that's
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
your muthafuckin back cause I ain't slippin
[ CHORUS: Ces, (Mos Def) ]
(Word up)
Hardcore nights in the city
Nobody's sleepy, everybody's creepy
(Shit
out loud, for no reason
I use to take them cans back and collect them nickels
Trading garbage pail kid cards for sweet pickles
The whole block used
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
get down
New Kids, Puffy, Spice Girls, Ricky
Everybody talk about
(C'mon)
Pop music
Talk about, talk about
What?
Pop music
Talk about, talk
at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make the money, get the mansion,
distorted em'
You stuck up bout' back then, you a true historian
Everybody think I'm from the D, but I'm really from Florida
I'm tired of living average life,
(Bling) , I ran up my chicken (Blaow)
If I ain't on A-block, then I'm in VL
(A-block) , or I'm with my 6s (6)
News4Jax lost, who the fuck
(Who) keep
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
Everybody calling everybody else whack
Everybody lit till they fucking fell back
And everybody bitch
Tell me if you felt that, I'm a mother fucking
Well I
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo
Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
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