at it tomorrow They're like dead, this is in so get with the trend This is for the pimps listenin' to me, nail polish on the rims And now it's custom
wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay It's a blessin' we woke up this mornin' All my colored folk stressin', come let's join hands Got the folk
down, but the shit ain't as fun now And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish
Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced, David Robinson's ? moccasins Matt black paint polished rims Fuck you
em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there They ain't powerful as the one at
at Armani buying wares With the tourists who be asking him, "Do you work here?" Mr. Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Yo, the Abstract with the mighty Mos Def White folks
chests like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick as few college books, I got a new polished look
the stakes are Can't roll it back, it's understood Got to play our cards Sit tight I know what you are Mad bright but you ain't no star Polish up 'til
it look so easy With the music I'd be making big impression I'd be leaving And a lot of folks, they stop and stare thinking I'ma trickin' off I roll
"Craftsmanship" Most folks spend their days daydreaming or finding clues My whole life I've been here at the train station shining shoes I started when
's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished
I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', hopin' to leave a jaw broken Soakin' in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open With my folks scopin
bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher smoke Rest in peace, to all the brothers And sisters who didn't make it to see, a struggle In the flesh, my folk
all my folks is eatin' good Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstasy Tell them folks
till sun down but the shit ain't as fun now And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish
That secondhand junkyard heap Was freedom with two bucket seats With two grand on the windshield in shoe polish I had a stash of summer cash From cleanin
Steals your breath and then you die No one heard you cry Now he's off to the next man's urging eye Our excursion eliminates those folks that's purging
home Now he reads a lot of poetry and plays He'll sit out in the backyard And not say a word to anyone for days And his folks gave up They no longer