Rockaway

Duration

3:06

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Nottin much do around where I live we kick on the crib and just spit Until our rhymes lose the juice or until Johnny gets too drunk and lets loose Talk a little walk you know the talk converse most of us whiter than chalk Cavanaugh's tipsy and rearin off the sidewalk No one helps him tho shit bro it our fault it's all fun in games until someone gets hurt as long as it ain't us first you know the works That's attitude we keep true Me and my crew is all I need in this of life Our life like's Episode from That 70's Show Same ol' same ol' except but no car to roll And most of us are too pussy to say we've stole Prolly doin this same god damn thing until we grow old Let's talk about the girls around the neighborhood Gettin them into bed is like hard labor dude Only about 6 that we really know well Kristina, I liked her a lot so Cav said "go tell" Her how you really feel So I did and got slapped so hard I spun like a wheel But thanks Cav, to this day I ain't mad You were just bein a friend best one I could have When we're not drunk, not spittin, not hittin On our girls we're playin ball until our ankles trippin Few of us are mediocre, excel in different ways me considered the composer Mikey the pro balla but we never felt the need to show the Skills we master it's our craft uh I could spit against him but he'd whoop my ass uh In a little basketball even though I'm tall he had handles that would always make me fall So there it is our little pumpkin patch Basketball tournament crumpin match Islip Terrace Little Boy Harris Moe Daddy Fresh And Smeagol the Menace