off tags Poppa makin' monster music And still I Cosa Nostra Big roaster, skin cola Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s
magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up and the headphones Yeah, that's
they brain And psychologically that shit's insane Now that's crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's
take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works That's nobody's
niggaz, then I tag 'em _Dry Me_ I'm married to the game, the brass my music When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston! I guzzle Crunk Juice
hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin Joint's still burnin and I'm smokin' I was on my way to San Jose To the stero shop that make my music play Cause one
fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's
seen that bling in the pendant next day I got it back cause I know majors back to my music, back to my papers back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces back
on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's The Snoop D-O-double-G's
80?s Tryna stay above water, thats why we shun the navy Pull your guns and play me Let's set it off, cause a riot, thow off molotov's Somebody told me
You Treeing Over Niggas They Gon Yell Shade They Outta Patience Where I Live Cuz They Sell Weight Avoided The Temptation Of Crack Slinging But Lincoln Park Had It Looking Like Back In The 80s
back, while he's dryin' his tear Yeah, it's that real shit, that made me That music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's I live long til they bury
, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess
?s my life (It?s my life, it?s my life) It?s what I go through everyday Let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know? I rap about what?s
I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I
to wear Puma Remember Masters of Ceremonies, Grand Pubah Remember Daddy Kane Aids' rumor Yo, bring it back, yo Yo, at the Roller Rinks, no skates on Early 80s
'm in my tree house please don't bother me And now it's lookin' like hella-smoke Under aid they lettin' me pass the velvet rope And it's like getting