Sounds from the street Sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city Sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids
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Sounds from the street, sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city, sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds
that Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically fit I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks From
sellers Try to say I'm wack, out on the streets While your whole crew is jockin' my beats See me on T.V. and in the papers See me at a jam, and catch
lyrics intense get telephoto Break out your big lens Look, check out the sales charts My record's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from
me, use me Show me how the T Dot rolls? My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin' from the cold, yo What the chill? My nigga's in the street throwin
gather from all around To get down to the big sound You had to be a renegade those days To take a man to the dance floor Say jam sucker, jam Say jam
know you like to party and you wanna get on down Let me tell you baby that you come to the right town 'Cause it's party time you gotta get your groove on I know you wanna jam from
City) For my nigga, Guts We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts Hold your head up, baby We got you on this one For everybody from the block Everybody from
back Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil Talk is greasy, tongue with Crisco oil Streets
fights, I'm from the deepest Darkest, ghetto streets of South Central, L.A I jack for jewels Watch when you bail, it's right across the streets From
town, big time sound just enough beat to get on down So, you other rappers listen to mine, you wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes call my rap trash, jam
down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without
out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from
is right No need to make bets 'cause I met a bookie Today is the day the whole school plays hookie Why? 'Cause I called Dinco D and Brown Cutmonitor Milo brings the sound
