Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park)

歌詞

Aight fuck that shit word word Fuck that other shit youknowhatI'msayin We gon' do a little somethin like this yaknahmsayin Is they up on this Keep it on and on and on and on and KnowhatI'msayin Big Nas, Grand Wizard God what it is What it is like Hah, knowhatI'msayin Yo go 'head do that shit nigga I rap for listeners blunt heads fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggaz then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back a differencem from Energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite moneywise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up in trife life did times or white lines The hype vice murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cog-nac hold strap with my peeps that's into drug money market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler I guess that means peace For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo With sidebets I roll a deuce nothin below (Peace God!) Peace God now the shit is explained I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all it's like that y'all it's like that y'all Now let me take a trip down memory lane Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars I rap divine Gods check the prognosis is it real or showbiz My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses only the drama, for real A nickel-plate is my fate my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blowin black stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petrol dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow and back down po-po when I'm vexed so my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets hustlin brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin for somethin some uprise plus some fail Judges hangin niggaz uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real Word to Christ a disciple of streets trifle on beats I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace. I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat that nigga's name made bell rings, black Some fiends scream about Supreme Team a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was Alpo, son heard he was kingpin, yo Fuck 'rap is real' watch the herbs stand still Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill True in the game as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Comin outta Queensbridge Me numba won and you know where me from