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[Intro] Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come {*repeat 3X*} And check it out, ha [Verse 1] My raps do laps around tracks and adapt to any environment.. I'm the comma comma chamelion I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had mags That was when bitches had gucci tags And wasn't rockin' Starters, looking harder than niggas Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures 8-7 stepped in the jam, next the police come Fights there would be one, numbers I'd get at least one We'd come to the get-together with whoever You wouldn't know how deep we was, we all didn't sit 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 Chicago and Fun Town As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down But the shit ain't as fun now, and the city's all run down We'd troop down to Jew Town, talk a cat down on some gear Have enough for a Polish and car fare I stare, at what use to be better and think about who use to cop our liquor (Who?) Our neighborhood father figure Letras de canciones [Hook] I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah, "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB [Verse 2] I got more rhymes than The Manor got folks Had style since I went to McDowell, wearin' boats And penny loafers though I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop Skeeter would hit from the SAME spot 'til Marlon tore my shit down, get down, Put your body in motion only the strong survive But on the 6 or the 5 The live-est sets used to be, at the Racket Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchet Or either a beat by Pharris at them country club parties We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "AH-IGHT, NOW MON-EY!" Always I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks But mostly Hyde Park and "V" hoes is who I messed with The best shit was troopin' to the loop in your precisions Cut class to get ass, but still go to division (I remember that) Over Yamela's crib while his old girl was at work Bust a spoolie on the spread, but still have some on your shirt [Hook] [Verse 3] I tuned into BMX, and taped Farley on the tonemaster Took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster Then HPK was the only station that would fuck with rap You was on The Shore by yourself cats'd (would) say "Up your hat." What you could you'd make of it, if you was a gump they'd take ya shit Either fight or break for it, we'd go to the lake and get full My drink then was Boone's and Red Bull I remember swimming in Avalon, and peeing in the pool I thought I was cool, with my "Members Only" and a bowl fade Walk to Walgreens to get the Sportin' Waves pomade And soft brush, as we got older we would start ruckus and bang fags Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas Go to Marshall's and change tags, I snagged 'nuff niggas In games of Off the Wall, and softball, Piggy one I would call When I first got my three way callin', I caught marks tryin' to lie Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shot [Hook] From Letras Mania