Street Thing

(Intro)
And now for a lil bit of the blues
(Hook)
Its just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)
We holdin down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground (take me)
Its just a street thing that we bring
It makes all the people sing (take me)
We holdin down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground, Chucky Smash!
(Verse: Chucky Smash)
Now its about to be a massacre, musically
Is a mask of the technique, supreque, triple to yo three beat
On beat like a hook, gettin money like a crook
Now ? gettin my smokes and sips at the store
OJegga, legend on the block, its a street thing
****** gettin cash and ass, what a sweet thing
Temptation is the creation of the nation of thugs and potheads
You the fibered eyes red, so
All hail King Pin to a big scale, step
Digital compute, all angles gettin loot
The concrete profit jumpin to yo cinnamon
Street corner, block stoner, hardcore like cement
Its evident for the ladies and gents
We gettin bent, soldiers, give me a moment
Cats the tollen, pocket swollen
Twist a cap, bust a bottle
Get the smoke star rollin
(Hook)
Its just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)
We holdin down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground (take me)
Its just a street thing that we bring
It makes all the people sing (take me)
We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground, Cee-Low!
(Verse: Cee-Low)
Aye, yo, we Bronx originators, killin perpetrators
Real live ******, no cold b***s or imitators
New York city is where it dont stop, yo
The skys forever gray, one great big cooking pot
Drams and os lead to afes and bricks
My crews on blocks, crazy cas*in chips
Nike kick and tenns, poppin late night jams
Microphones get it up with BBS rims
Cool like Kerp and Dat sippin on the Guinness
But planes that land in Africa - spaghetti inventors
Dipped it fresh in the Avarex and guess
Plus ? mucho finnesse
Hustlin ass? for a styles, we step(?)
No phone communicatin, all the lines is tapped
Im deemin, like a beemer, pus*ing another classic
Cee-Low steppin off and packin gents like traffic
(Hook)
Its just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)
We holdin down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground (take me)
Its just a street thing that we bring
It makes all the people sing (take me)
We holdin down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground, Molecules!
(Verse: Molecules)
Now its the gangsta life, capeel? Can you deal?
Rub me the wrong way, you feel the real from the steel
I make dimes outta nickels, we need more brothers
Like Rich Porter, Nicky Barnes and Sickle
Guard youth with the two(?), Im still down withthe old-school
That make the rules like power rules
Corrodes regards for ***** stars, crow rims and thousands
Its a corpse outta housin
Laptop, computers, for my kids
The commissary for all my ****** doin bids
I need stacks of Gs, push six hundred Coupes with ?
I want it all, like the Japanese
And like time, I cant be stopped
I was runnin thru Bronx, wiggle with Bam
Drop planet rock
The mikes a King V Blazer
I dont worry if I drop it straight
On the mobile, cause I got no bridge! (?)
(Hook)
Its just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)
We holdin down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground (take me)
Its just a street thing that we bring
It makes all the people sing (take me)
We holdin down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin our ground, The Legion! (take me)
(Take me) (Take me) (Take me)