Yeah, yeah, just like bums we used to stay In the slums of la by the way Gang bangers killin' each other for rep Sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
, just get the nuts Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin' a tightrope Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others
and blood In my red tennis shoes fool cause the pain is love I'm bout my green (Green) So my sky's blue (Blue) Purple and the strawberry philly up in
tail He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45 But I'm gonna let you go this time But if I catch you again, I'm gonna slap you in the county jail" We said
down the barrel of that autie Don`t test me, arrest me, I`m out like Gotti, without a clue Tell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too! County blue
Yeah, it's fulton county In the woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads We done went back down the street And stayed from the concrete
'cause my words will threw her like flourish We got the bounty, we from the queen's county Overlookin' things like a Rushmore Mounty And got no other
mainline, 9500 for short On another phone line, holla 'n at my other hoe This bitch ain't sayin', ?Shit?, 'cause the bitch ain't shit Old fat gold diggin' ass county
Yeah, it's Fulton County In the woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin' over they heads We done went back down the street And stayed from the concrete
better I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my block I be reppin' my hood I be reppin' the locks Welcome to dade county This the bottom of the beaker Where the beach is sexy blue
I was sitting in my car the other night Behind a couple of High School kids Light turned green and they didn't go They were locked in a red light kiss
caverns to craven sad hills The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale From Los Angeles County to upstate New York The white nation fattens while others
jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip Is gonna blow the blues And all that Jazz Hold
How you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose Me and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we
Milton stood there, bein' profane But somehow he always managed ta get on board ...in sort of a coma [Choir] When the drinks were served up yonder... Well, we deplaned at th' other
five, I'm troop servin' Nine, you bout tryin' to eat well, get in line 'Cause momma got laid off, the lil' sis need shoes My brother just got popped back in his county blues