wall Whose is the freshest of them all? I love 'em all, but none of y'all Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all We
Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a demon, When you showed up it was the
survive Around the way girls, ready to ride Farmers daughter on the John Deer with pride Conservative blue bloods, intelligent minds With them girls next door
Well I'm cruisin down the street in my candy painted low (low) bouncin like a door, with 4 on my 6 4's I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin sittin low
blow Though Wiggs knows I'm still Loungin at the Ooh One crew, Baby Vern, Clocka Dot and Boy Blue But still, I'm Too Ill I represent Park Hill Swear
I'm comin' from Paris city I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me Like Kool G. Rap I got the Ill Street Blues You loose, you can rich them out of my
Now I only want you so I don't have to promise" But tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the Crimes of Paris [Chorus:] You're not the girl next-door