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Another story from my house on 5816 Forest Life is really crazy my people had to raise Me in the sick conditions of these streets Dealers and killers didn't love me least This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats The school I be say Troost Right after school I go one house from me is DJ Juice He let the beats play Every day it give me a boost then the decay Of the DJ I see shake loose From hip hop he started to flip rocks then the mixin records It stopped I did watch Steve pull up in beautiful Cars on this block Velour sweat suits many Gold chains displayin big wads Of grip knots flashing things a year ago he did not I was curious He went from normal to luxurious I made my way over to em even though my step daddy would be furious I said wussup Steve he look and smiled at me I said I miss how it use ta be you spinnin H.I.P. H.O.P He said (we) Letras de canciones Stackin, rollin, straight Ball Gettin it in just Ball One more time I say Stackin, rollin, straight Ball Gettin it in just Ball Aye My block is poppin foreign cars with tires bam I see beautiful women hangin wit Steve and his hired hands I would always see this dude who was Steve's admired fam And we look up to em on this block because he is a fireman This a big thing in 1980 my question to him my seem crazy Mr Dowdy My desires just to take a ride On your firetruck He would just laugh and say lil Donny not too fast cause the serious job I have A kid in the way really could be bad Time goes on and I see a decade passes but it's crazy I'm to the same family on 62nd and Agnes? Wake up to feds pullin beautiful vehicles away from next door It's a Dowdy bad day now I'm thinkin Back when Steve use ta say (we) Stackin, rollin, straight ball Gettin it in just ball One more time I say Stackin, rollin, straight ball Gettin it in just ball Aye Life is really crazy My people had to raise me In the sick conditions of these streets Dealers and killers didn't love me least This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats From Letras Mania