Intro:

Check it on the one, you Com is gonna come (X3)

And check it out, ha.



Verse 1:

My raps do laps around tracks to the days

The idiot vibin', I'm the comma comma Chamelion

I use to pop the willy on my blue and gray sting ray

It had maxed, I was with bitches that had coochie

Bassum wasn't rollin' Starters, looking harder than niggas

Hoes wore clothes, that exposed their figures

Ain't 7 steps in the jam, next the police come

Heist there would be one, numbers I would get at least one

We come to the get together with whatever

You wouldn't know how deep it was, we all did shit together

Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to

The next cue, let's do it again y'all

That was when mad was tall and phat was cold

The days of Old Chicage and Fun Town and shorties we run round

Play strike outs till sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now

And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town

Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish incom fair

I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop our liquior

(Who?) Our neighborhood father figure



Hook:

I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah,

"Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty Bastard from Protect Ya Neck

Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I

"Niggas be rollin'"

Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um

"Niggas be rollin'"

We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um

"Niggas be rollin'"



Verse 2:

I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style

Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats

And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines

We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme-a