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We always roll down, no doubtAt the funky side of ten spotsDash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke outPretenders bent out and ready to do my splendorMove, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zooThat play the mic like, wowWalk with a cane, talk where the slangDevelop on crooklyn blocks which I walkBut our radius is the whole universeKiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plushCheese dime, let me try her, gold smileFro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visorShe filled with sun visor, stat in the thirdLove, love, everyday, that's my wordWhen I see your crew, I say that's them herbsSo blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stopFresh, lush black, slickRight off the block, fatNo doubt we turns it out'Cause weKeep black movement and castle keep rockin'SongtextePlus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spotsPlay in the corners and maybe even boogieTill the sun come up or a gun come upShootin' at the breeze the local emceesStylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'Blowin' out, blowin' outBlack on time been still layin' like I saidUnder the screen, be a eight wonderSo for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fistFit my one twenties, greet the avenue blueCorner flyin' it into a forty, twentyBrothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shitNext, I'm hittin', so I can step soonerOn the nova, so no water goes southSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendorMecca got soul livin' so, livin' soShot open on my left just in timeNo we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s coolIn a sense we smoother than oils contentsLoyal to the kick drum like flavorBounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluidYes, nickel type freshBlowin' out, blowin' outWe always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubtFor the funky side of town, no doubtYes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'allWe always blow out, check it outFor the funky side of town, no doubt, wordWe gets liver than any eighty fiverAnd the funk pots thicker out here in our BrooklynEvery crews badder, we choose to rack fatter'Cause I stimulate life and matterWhen I spread my wings, I dos my thing'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zulu kingSo I swing with my crew to where the beats be fatSwoon units by the pound and they natural blackWithout a doubt, this is the place to beI see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren GI sinks into the mode of the cool out breezeYou know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit easeSo nigga, please, full of the dread poeticThe sun moon sect in the house made to set itWith the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fixAdd butter to the mec then jet to eighty sixBlowin' out, blowin' outYou better blow that shit out Aus Songtexte Mania