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Blowing Down

We always roll down, no doubt

At the funky side of ten spotsDash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out

Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor

Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo

That play the mic like, wowWalk with a cane, talk where the slang

Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk

But our radius is the whole universe

Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plushCheese dime, let me try her, gold smile

Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor

She filled with sun visor, stat in the third

Love, love, everyday, that's my word

When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs

So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stopFresh, lush black, slick

Right off the block, fat

No doubt we turns it out

'Cause weKeep black movement and castle keep rockin'

Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots

Play in the corners and maybe even boogie

Till the sun come up or a gun come upShootin' at the breeze the local emcees

Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here

'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'Blowin' out, blowin' outBlack on time been still layin' like I said

Under the screen, be a eight wonder

So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist

Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blueCorner flyin' it into a forty, twenty

Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit

Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner

On the nova, so no water goes southSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor

Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so

Shot open on my left just in time

No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s coolIn a sense we smoother than oils contents

Loyal to the kick drum like flavor

Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid

Yes, nickel type freshBlowin' out, blowin' outWe always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt

For the funky side of town, no doubt

Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all

We always blow out, check it out

For the funky side of town, no doubt, wordWe gets liver than any eighty fiver

And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn

Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter

'Cause I stimulate life and matterWhen I spread my wings, I dos my thing

'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zulu king

So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat

Swoon units by the pound and they natural blackWithout a doubt, this is the place to be

I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G

I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze

You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit easeSo nigga, please, full of the dread poetic

The sun moon sect in the house made to set it

With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix

Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty sixBlowin' out, blowin' outYou better blow that shit out

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