[group]
From the East to the South to the West to the North
Come on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off!
[Al' Tariq]
A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all
So unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'all
I dusted off the fo'-fo' chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome
Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone
to roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A.
See no matter where you at, m*********** crime pay
but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me
Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me
and that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper
So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida
Now, loaded up my s*** in this van, to tour America
I'm out to get this cheese and to see, every area
of every city, every corner and back street
Thought s*** would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET
Wrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinnin
All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women
The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin
Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady f*****
But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas
Deep in the woods, n***** lickin off behind us
Glad they didn't find us, glad we didn't get tackled
Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what?
Chorus: Al' and peeps
{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The s*** is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now
{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The s*** is all the same {* echoes *}
From the East to the South to the West to the North
Come on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off!
[Al' Tariq]
A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all
So unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'all
I dusted off the fo'-fo' chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome
Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone
to roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A.
See no matter where you at, m*********** crime pay
but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me
Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me
and that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper
So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida
Now, loaded up my s*** in this van, to tour America
I'm out to get this cheese and to see, every area
of every city, every corner and back street
Thought s*** would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET
Wrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinnin
All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women
The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin
Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady f*****
But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas
Deep in the woods, n***** lickin off behind us
Glad they didn't find us, glad we didn't get tackled
Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what?
Chorus: Al' and peeps
{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The s*** is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now
{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The s*** is all the same {* echoes *}