Sagging rear bumper and a frost exhaust
AM radio and Maceo's playing 54th
2002 and we're still paying dues
Perfected the neck-sleep technique, on the snooze
While my man Jay holds down the cruise control
Broken glass and ice, last night was rock and roll
Wisconsin prom king shrieking Rodney King
Wanna-be SWAT team gassing cats, happy Halloween
Americana
Same shit wherever I wonder
Some spots are colder, and some mo' hotter
DEA field day, can't find no marijuana
Got the potheads all wet under the collar
But rеgardless
That got nothing to do with my product
The shit sell itsеlf, I ain't gotta do nada
Just make sure it's solid and polished and people can cop it
And that's tax-free profit from their pockets to my wallet
Yall know what I'm saying, yall doing the same thing
Build your own circle and it all stays internal
Biters out the woodwork can't bust our sphere
Rubbing my hands, yall doing good work out here
Running the track alone's a mad-ass load, why get your back broke
Scratch our backs here, we'll do the same back home
We can take this shit over like Tic Tac Toe
And on that note I'm out man, gotta hit that road
Throw your hands in the air and keep 'em moving
I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing
GBLX, we in effect
ABCDEF, to the death
This game's wide open so we keeping it moving
I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing
Evan S., much respect
Pessimist, blood and flesh
NYC
Whole different ball game
People on the stoop
People in the hallway
Hard rocks on the block, bums on the subway
Everyone a hustler, man, fuck your small change
Only big bills gon' buy that North Face
Then there's restitution, court case, yall know the drill
Cats in a short space all chasing the same nickel
So it's straight overkill, fishhead, bloated gills
Just breathing in Brooklyn's like you're liable to trip a hair trigger
Mothers crying clear rivers, I kneel down
Wash my face in the basin, and take inspiration
We can make it happen, it's all a question of pacing
So every day we sway the BK, streets to PJs
C train to the L.E.S. to meet the VJs
Real talking
You want it or you keep walking
Then my mind spits a vision of home
I tell myself I got this far alone, might as well keep going
Fast-forward, New Orleans, four in the morning, rain storming
French Quarter orphans tapdancing for fresh quarters
Gothic chicks snort, snicker and then hit the liquor
Mississippi riverbank, sucking off her dealer
Listen close on a calm evening and hear the ghosts breathing
Faint gunshots and people in the hood screaming
Then I wake up in a cold sweat, though it's humid
Like things are moving so fluid I'm addicted to it
My man sits me down and says don't worry yourself
Cuz having me here is like being yourself
Next stop ATL, steady on the bail
Coach class, toe back, enjoying myself
Throw your hands in the air and keep 'em moving
I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing
DJ Perv on the swerve
This game's wide open so we keeping it moving
I don't know where we going but we know what we doing
VJCs
13am Posse, just watch me
AM radio and Maceo's playing 54th
2002 and we're still paying dues
Perfected the neck-sleep technique, on the snooze
While my man Jay holds down the cruise control
Broken glass and ice, last night was rock and roll
Wisconsin prom king shrieking Rodney King
Wanna-be SWAT team gassing cats, happy Halloween
Americana
Same shit wherever I wonder
Some spots are colder, and some mo' hotter
DEA field day, can't find no marijuana
Got the potheads all wet under the collar
But rеgardless
That got nothing to do with my product
The shit sell itsеlf, I ain't gotta do nada
Just make sure it's solid and polished and people can cop it
And that's tax-free profit from their pockets to my wallet
Yall know what I'm saying, yall doing the same thing
Build your own circle and it all stays internal
Biters out the woodwork can't bust our sphere
Rubbing my hands, yall doing good work out here
Running the track alone's a mad-ass load, why get your back broke
Scratch our backs here, we'll do the same back home
We can take this shit over like Tic Tac Toe
And on that note I'm out man, gotta hit that road
Throw your hands in the air and keep 'em moving
I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing
GBLX, we in effect
ABCDEF, to the death
This game's wide open so we keeping it moving
I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing
Evan S., much respect
Pessimist, blood and flesh
NYC
Whole different ball game
People on the stoop
People in the hallway
Hard rocks on the block, bums on the subway
Everyone a hustler, man, fuck your small change
Only big bills gon' buy that North Face
Then there's restitution, court case, yall know the drill
Cats in a short space all chasing the same nickel
So it's straight overkill, fishhead, bloated gills
Just breathing in Brooklyn's like you're liable to trip a hair trigger
Mothers crying clear rivers, I kneel down
Wash my face in the basin, and take inspiration
We can make it happen, it's all a question of pacing
So every day we sway the BK, streets to PJs
C train to the L.E.S. to meet the VJs
Real talking
You want it or you keep walking
Then my mind spits a vision of home
I tell myself I got this far alone, might as well keep going
Fast-forward, New Orleans, four in the morning, rain storming
French Quarter orphans tapdancing for fresh quarters
Gothic chicks snort, snicker and then hit the liquor
Mississippi riverbank, sucking off her dealer
Listen close on a calm evening and hear the ghosts breathing
Faint gunshots and people in the hood screaming
Then I wake up in a cold sweat, though it's humid
Like things are moving so fluid I'm addicted to it
My man sits me down and says don't worry yourself
Cuz having me here is like being yourself
Next stop ATL, steady on the bail
Coach class, toe back, enjoying myself
Throw your hands in the air and keep 'em moving
I don't know where I'm going but I know what I'm doing
DJ Perv on the swerve
This game's wide open so we keeping it moving
I don't know where we going but we know what we doing
VJCs
13am Posse, just watch me
( Malkovich Music )
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