Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin' on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin' better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag
, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause The "Rag
" Yeah, shit like that, get my gat, click my clack, Cam's killin' this I write for niggas, am I a ventriloquist? Ya feelin' this Niggas, pump ya krills ta dis be careful, Harlem
Got it growing like Chia Pets So, come and deal wit the kids We ballin', big baby You know I'm strapped for the drama Afghan to Harlem, clap his Mama
'm used to driving space-ships so I'm landing wrong. On some ugly sh*t, ET with a bandana on. Dolce book bag, Louie rag, hanging out the right side, Red
your bound to see the way you get shot for crossing the boundary [Verse 2] The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects scripted specifically to keep people in check Harlem
fuck up outta here Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic I rag crews 'cause
the subway and whole body body marked up body body marked up like the subway the subway the subway and whole i'm so gangsta wit it black rag gangsta
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this The Game
alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass First murder and I did that without a mask Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag Two piece suit on he still got his rag
side, I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas]. Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas]. Leave them with poker faces, red rag
n' round n' round n' round n' round I sit and watch the world go round I hear the sons of Memphis I hear the brothers or Harlem I hear the Nashville Cats N' the rag
music That truly inspired. [LADIES] Dancers required him. [MEN] Club owners hired him. [ALL] the strivers of Harlem Respected and admired him [SOLO MAN #4] For turning Harlem
here [ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ] Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic I rag
missin a grip I don't miss the blood I don't miss the crip And the other shit, maabin gangsta shit And my khakis saggin and my classic rag Dont mean to
through the alley like Bishop chasin ? Ass First murder and I did that without a mask Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag Two peeps shoot on he still got his rag
it down if I'm parallel parking... shhhh It's when I'm talkin. The Jeep's in park on the street it's jingling. Shakin' like a tambourine. She's up in Harlem
