Lyracs Lyrics

when i blow through the speakers

Been in enough bodega's in the hood

to say "what's really good" like "ay Buen good"?

Oh baby, my flow is never ending the period of an old lady,

or rapper, or girl, am i a rapper or nerd,

practicin my craft as i sat on the curb

Me, Jose, Junior, Fernando, usually a white person

So entertained by the movie, New vehicles pass

We scream "Hi Whip" See a fly chick "My Chick"

So niggas went nuts when t-mobile dropped the sidekick

too bad we we're nemos in the hood and couldn't buy shit

So i split, did my shit, but every summer the block would go

ballistic for the hydrant

When it gets to hott, we open up the hydrant

Everybody hot until they open up the hydrant

Everybody hot until they open up the hydrant

Everybody hot until they open up the hydrant

Everybody hot until we open up the hydrant

Everybody hot until we open up the hydrant

124th West-side of Harlem outta one train,

let's try to call it by it's one name, Oh

No separation of the races, Haitians, Jamaicans,

Asians, Blazians and most Hispanic Nations,

Heavy traffic cause the harlem parade started at 8

and it's not even part of the day

See we everyday celebrate

and when we want to talk to the sky

Call a ride, or walk to washington heights,

Get smacked up there and see a cherry tree,

if you puff pot than you just got it,

If not don't even worry bout it

i ain't even worried, word around

is i don't need no words around

30 pounds of water pressure Pressin a passing bus

Then a taxi cab, than they mad as fuck

But we don't care cause the weather is so caliente,

Summer Harlem, feelin like Cali in May