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This song is by The Cool Kids.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (uh-huh)
Lemme talk to you for a minute

What down world the good feelin' what's hood with it (hood with it),
I spit it the each is on,
My images stay in the hood like the reaper's skull,
It's all good in the hood long as we get on,
Know how I felt the cops came in and said my uncle's missin'?
The famous line, couldn't bare to listen
A victim of chronic alcoholism and
Now he's buried under the hood like transmissions
So I speculators are record breakin
Till they take my breath away feather weight niggas, levitators
There's gotta be a better way,
And they ain't runnin' on treadmills when they runnin' to get rid of the extra weight,
Same concept though they just run in place,
No progress you always see the same faces,
Over and over the cops pulling you over to make sure they fillin there quota,
Like they a brother that's pulling you over,
And harassing you flick-flash light flashing you,
Night stick bashin you and then askin you,
If you sell drugs or shoot like rappers do,
That's the image we was givin' didn't like it from beginning,
Cause the records that we spinnin disrespectful to our women,
Can't say I'm not involved 'cause they say I am a dog,
That's one of my biggest flaws but that's all I was taught,
That's all that I know,
And it's hard to disregard like sleeping with one eye closed,
No dose no sleep cause these fools from the street,
Vice Lords Latin Kings unkowns on the street,
And there's mo's on the street,
Gd's Bd's Sd's on the street,
God forbid when they meet,
Popos on the street,
Crooked cops they the biggest gang on the block patroling the streets,
Young Annakin is at it again,
Skywalker please that's what you can call me,
While you tryna pose hard like manikin men,
Fully posable arms with no kung-fu grip

'Cause you a doll not an action figure,
'Cause you don't want action nigga,
Don't ask for the gap yo,
Gotta make it to the top though,
You know that I came from a grass growth,
Watchin my cop low,
Itch it scratch yo,
Master said niggas gotta come in through the back door,
Guess what black folks,
If you ain't auditioning for a snail moving you ain't gotta act slow,
I got too much to lose

Yo it's like T-bones on top shelfs the stakes is high,
I let it drizzle on your brain like the fillin when it rain,
Take the symbol with the flame the gold with the heat,
With the timid in the lane with the bowl with the meat,
The good with the bad take the happy and the sad,
That's what I call life pull it all in a bag,
And what do we have dude it's like a scripture from matthews,
Buy my time unwind the twist tie and throw it back at chu,
Like this sneeze from your spine when you breathe from behind,
I'm a let you do you if you let me do mine,
So please do recline and enjoy the show... cause even though...

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