A Bove Crenshaw Lyrics - No York - Blu

Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean 

UV raiders, ain't showin no green 

Since I was a yella comin out of Cincinella 

Vernon Infada had them goatees in the fish tank 

Bad on cassette tape, bad on cassettey 

Guttenberg, French fries, drinks to Mike Lauries 

Go up to the store and seen a rise on the corner 

On some holy mission missionary waitin for the war 

Fuck Jerry's Atari, got great grades off robbers 

Martin Luther King parade, it's 1st grade 

18 when she first taught me how to French 

And I was 12, got a brown sugar from the Swosa swap 

Pop cigarettes that ain't smell like my grandma's 

Baby luke is poured into that California popcorn 

Pourin on a Tuesday, pourin on a Wednesday 

Fore I'm at Thursday, Woody on my birthday 

Hoodie on church day, squab it to the curb surf 

Word, finding out my girlfriend sold crack 

New pair of panties and patent leather grants 

Doors on that '75 Burgundy Chrysler 

Marty's first rap, fish house bout Woody's member 

More pains whoopings after propane's cooking jug 

Marla woofin out and done in every club 

Every chocolate I dodge try to get knocked up 

Every fuckin cop dodged fore I got locked up 

Every shout out that I got for every pellet gun 

Shout out Bust, what the fuck you doin in some PK's? 

Getting busy in the Burger King bathroom 

Full even niggas at the Demi's with the building 

Peal to the crib, Tele Mundo, killin kids 

Pink sober's cop the most pink tacos 

Titty squos, pig latin to the vatos 

In the boonies where nobody really knew me 

But the hood was still in me even when I didn't knew it was 

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Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean 

UV raiders, ain't showin no green 

I'm so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams 

Just so caressin, no touchin, no don't you know? 

Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom 

That backseat swinging the EP but no room 

Since I was a shorty coming up with trays and 40's 

Used to pretend with the homies, playin cops and OG's 

Are you dancing with the handsome ugly darkness? 

Posted up on stalker like pardon me 

Could you buy a blunt for me? 

We wrote it up with Marcus 

Front of Bone's apartment stone laughin 

Flickin roaches, we was coaches 

Lost and something found, they was playin Snoopy cube 

Even a youth I was bumpin underground yo 

I knew I was late runnin out home 

I knew I was slippin with some crypts runnin from stone 

Photo we wore sneakers, we ball, we all innocent 

Took a hit, started losing grip off our own standin Colliseum 

As my dome bled, beat me like I stole something from er 

Went to school in Santa Monica, 

My mama must be home, summing the drums and her harmonica 

Remind me of the Christian choir, all for Lincoln 

Pee Pee burnin dipped in fire, Bonnie burn me off a great burn 

Take a right back when daddy was alive 

Days turn to nights, Philipp's barbeque, house at Darnes, Murphy high 

Aim up was my first, touched it by the bungallows, 

Never could afford it for the forward was red, 

Been broke since out of bonds 

Statuary situations, grown men and little girls 

And there was girls at the shows, and the 

Fore I was a spitter was a nigga from the dirt 

Staring at the ass on the back Miss Scott 

Hopscotch, butterscotch, now it's butter when I rock 

Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots 

(Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots 

And whatnots, yes) 

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Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean 

UV raiders, ain't showin no green 

I'm so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams 

Just so caressin, no touchin, no don't you know? 

Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom 

That backseat swinging the EP but no room 

So sassy, meet me at Telly or Gotelly 

Straight shoppin what I wear, paint the luggage when you're ready 

I'm so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams 

Just so caressin, no touchin, no don't you know? 

Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom 

That backseat swinging the EP but no...