Intro:
   Check it on the one, you Com is gonna come (X3)
   And check it out, ha.
  
   Verse 1:
   My raps do laps around tracks to the days
   The idiot vibin', I'm the comma comma Chamelion
   I use to pop the willy on my blue and gray sting ray
   It had maxed, I was with bitches that had coochie
   Bassum wasn't rollin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
   Hoes wore clothes, that exposed their figures
   Ain't 7 steps in the jam, next the police come
   Heist there would be one, numbers I would get at least one
   We come to the get together with whatever
   You wouldn't know how deep it was, we all did shit together
   Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to
   The next cue, let's do it again y'all
   That was when mad was tall and phat was cold
   The days of Old Chicage and Fun Town and shorties we run round
   Play strike outs 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 incom fair
   I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop our liquior
   (Who?) Our neighborhood father figure
  
   Hook:
   I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah,
   "Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty Bastard from Protect Ya Neck
   Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
   "Niggas be rollin'"
   Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um
   "Niggas be rollin'"
   We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
   "Niggas be rollin'"
  
   Verse 2:
   I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style
   Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats
   And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines
   We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme
   It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
   Skeeter will hit from the SAME spot
   Torla tore my shit down, get down, put your body in motion
   Only the strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5
   Live as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
   Wrong club with music by Andre Hatchet
   Or either Beat Box Ferris at them country club parties
   Would be hot as hell and house stud would get "Find a body!"
   Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare
   I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there
   Was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes
   Is who I mess with, the best shit was troopin' to the loop
   With your posisions held class crooked ass but still go the division
   (I remember that) Over Yamela's crib while his old girl was at work
   Bust a smoothie on the spread, but sill have some on your shirt
  
   Hook
  
   Verse 3:
   I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the tonemaster
   I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
   Then HBK was the only station that would fuck with rap
   You was on the shore by yourself castin' stay up your act
   What you could make of it, you was a gump they was takin' shit
   Either fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get full
   My drink there was Boons and Red Bull
   I remember swimming in Avenlon, and being in a pool
   I thought I was cool, with my "members only" and a bold fade
   Wall to wall greens to get the sport gray and palmade
   And soft breasts, as we got older we would star crush and bang fags
   Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas
   And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call
   When I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
   Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shot
  
   Hook