Blowing Down

We always roll down, no doubt At the funky side of ten spots Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo That play the mic like, wow Walk with a cane, talk where the slang Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk But our radius is the whole universe Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor She filled with sun visor, stat in the third Love, love, everyday, that's my word When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop Fresh, lush black, slick Right off the block, fat No doubt we turns it out 'Cause we Keep black movement and castle keep rockin' Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots Play in the corners and maybe even boogie Till the sun come up or a gun come up Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here 'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin' Blowin' out, blowin' out Black on time been still layin' like I said Under the screen, be a eight wonder So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner On the nova, so no water goes south So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so Shot open on my left just in time No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s cool In a sense we smoother than oils contents Loyal to the kick drum like flavor Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid Yes, nickel type fresh Blowin' out, blowin' out We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt For the funky side of town, no doubt Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all We always blow out, check it out For the funky side of town, no doubt, word We gets liver than any eighty fiver And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter 'Cause I stimulate life and matter When I spread my wings, I dos my thing 'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zulu king So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat Swoon units by the pound and they natural black Without a doubt, this is the place to be I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic The sun moon sect in the house made to set it With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six Blowin' out, blowin' out You better blow that shit out