Print

[Talking]Say L, hold these keys manWhat kind of wheels is those brah(man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos)Man, I ain't never seen shining like thatSay H.A.W.K, what why'all use to do foolWhen you was growing up[H.A.W.K]I use to sit and watch the Flinstones, Gucci rolls and herringbonesBezel sets and baguettes, while talking on my cell phoneFrom Bo-Bo's to Air Macs, low cars to horse backsHoopties to Cadillacs, water guns to chrome gatsLevis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screensSix by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping leanRegals with white walls, 20 inch with screens fallMichael Jackson off the wall, to MJG and 8BallScrew house to wrecking flows, to BET on videosZig-zags and yellow bags, to Glad sacks and optimosFist fight to gun play, sawed-offs to a.k.'sSpitting flows at talent shows, as the H-A-W-KRiding on the Metros, pushing a six double OSmoking cess to endo, fill it up with petroFixing on my lego, let go of my egoGet in with my little bro, getting up when the rooster blowSongtexte[Lil Flip]I remember Kangaroos and afro curls, always running after girlsTrying to sneak in Natural World, BB gun shooting at the squirrelsCandy red on tricycles, training wheels on bicyclesSugar Daddy's, Pixie Stix, peppermints and side picklesLoaded toes and Scooby Doo, some of the things we use to doRoller skate now roller blades, Ivy Leagues to holding fadesBlow-Pop rings and diamond things, herringbones to bezeltinesCadillacs to limousines, ironing jeans to being cleanGI Joes to Tonka toys, eating Willy Wonka boyRiding in my uncle's car, wanting to become a starHaving dreams to be like Mike, hooping in my all black NikesFlying kites and shooting dice, sneaking in the movies twiceStaying up and watching Cops, walking outside in Michael socksBeing afraid of chicken pox, check my bowl on MagnavoxRunning up and down my block, sweating cause the sun is hotI use to ride the city bus, now I'm pulling Hummers out[AP]I remember brothers getting dumped off, in ditches and bayousBoys gave head jobs, and all I saw was hairdo'sPimps drove Lacs and dob hats, with chrome gatsHustlers stack paper, with the players and macsPolice burns in the hood, because somebody just got jackedEvery girl I slam they call, I told em call me backHaters got backhanded, because they were always talking smackInstigators chit chat, and were known for spreading rumorsBallers went from stabs, to buying more of consumersI use to eat on tuna, now it's shrimp and caviarI use to be a virgin, now I have menage toisI use to drink on soda, now I'm sipping mixed with barI use to stay in the ghetto, now I'm a ghetto superstarI recall when I couldn't rap, now my rap game's up to parFrom then to now it's funny, Jabos to ArmaniAP became a business man, that's all about his money[Mista Madd]Back in the days I was young, I'm not a kid anymoreBut sometimes, I wish that I could be a kid againI use to wear a swatch watch, now I only wear MovadoWent from bare foot on a bus, to holding keys to Monte CarlosNow it's a big body Expedition, showing my naked ass provadoWent from hood to all good, shh playing a game like huh brahBackyard nickel and dime that, now boys be moving birdsUse to carry my knife special, now it's gats and smoking shermUse to mix at house parties, freestyling to WhodiniNow I'm signing rappers to paid in full, eating shrimp and fetichiniBoy I use to ride big wheels, while wearing them Chuck TaylorsNow it's Jordans, Air Macs, even pink-green gatorsUse to be sneaking in Lover's Land, or at the drive-in moviesNow it's Tinsel Town or Motel 6, where this hoe can do meUse to watch freestyle the man, or Rap City on BETNow I star in sitcoms, movies and got my own video show on t.v., what[Redd]Should of seen it I was right there, when a problem jumped offRounds got dumped off, leaving niggas bumped offAlways trying to get the hook up, leaving your girl shook upWomen breaking my pager, phone line you can't look upWe had ice on us, merchandise on usBusting at other hoods, when they had a price on usListening to flow tapes, people saying rewind itPulling out my piece, and bystanders get blindedFrom winter to summer time, there wasn't no leaving our blockWhen the laws made it hot, we was freezing our blockMan we got enough money, to make my neck look prettyCause we done made enough money, to make my check look prettyRapping at talent shows, saying phrase too frequent thoughNiggas talk about Fasachi, we roll that in Regal thoughSeein niggas Redd capping on, the comedy bout my chaperoneMy dress code is casual, but all of a sudden I'm valuable[Talking] Aus Songtexte Mania