the fonky town , my body leaves da ground I'm searching for a sex teen , I'm in love with a locateena She left a trauma in my cabeza - leave me down - funky town
to the fonky town , my body leaves da ground I'm searching for a sex teen , I'm in love with a locateena She left a trauma in my cabeza - leave me down - funky town
by throwing block parties and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, until the task force came A lot of ghost-towns
ask me, and they ask me And they ask me, they ask me Now they ask me, How you know so much at 17 What you mean? You never seen a disfuctional teen Mama
't never been cool And it ain't no hope when you're failing in school You might as well flip the sac, roll out of town And take a trip with that or you
came to scoop ones A down ass bitch and she down to click Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with And my plan is not to leave this town 'til
was young Tryin' to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin' down my do' Wonderin' where my next blessing is comin' from Got a little older, late teens
me, oh, did it seem Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did
-centerfold? Every day's a resource, to be sure it's integral The rebirth from t-shirts to minerals The ward's filthy, search for another light in town
good ol' love (Got to be the real thing) Whoa, ohh (Something you feel thing) (Come on, let me make you sing) This is for my Shaolin shooters and my Brooklyn teens
(Feat. Fat Joe) [intro : Fat Joe] Ooooh oh, cruise mania, eh-eh i take em up town, take em up town B-x-t-s, Tony Sunshine ,uh, we goin in, uh-uh
Dont get it twisted dont get it confused The term snitch Revolutionaries use When the government got the hood rhymin the blues Thats the term when the whole town
gold D's Three wheelin and dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to bow Bow down, when you come to my town Bow
be makin em manifest that I be rockin the young Flowin this style I be singin and bringin It's breakin the people and go in the mind of a teen Be makin
ya. tryin to leave ya niggaz living as snatchas. bout tha cream we roll around like a SWAT team wit beems and try not to hit no innocent teens. about
news again Climb, climb Caroline, don't look down The flying trapeze never hangs with clowns The basketful of kisses that you pass around Is like a two car garage in a one horse town
tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to bow Chorus: Mack 10 Bow Down When you come to my town Bow Down When I west-ward bound
(Intro) I can't breath in this space that's filled with your sound Can't call a spade, a spade in this town Dug a hole that I can't get out I can't figure
