Promenade Lyrics - Street Sweeper Social Club - Street Sweeper Social Club

Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap 

Don't talk smack 

Flash my gat 

I'm finna spit and hold my dick 

And heat shit up like a thermostat 

Grab your partner by the chaps 

Give your partner a pimp-slap 

Ti symbolize the ghetto trap 

Step to the right 

Give three claps 

Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks 

Ain't shit cookin on the stove but crack 

This is the bat this hell begat 

Cuz bosses are cleptomaniacs 

Two by two 

Promenade 

Duck from a B1 bomber raid 

Ain't bout the plans Osama made 

Banks gettin paid off petrol trade 

Circulate 

Dosey-do 

How much cash could a o-z grow? 

Til all are fed and all have beds 

My skin is Black 

My story is is red 

FBI comin round the outside 

Which one of us finna die tonight? 

Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite 

Or make a whole muthafuckin world 

Ignite? 

Everybody throw them bows 

Right upside your partner's nose 

By now you've got bloody clothes 

Crabs in the barrel 

So the story goes 

Think of all their savage acts 

Grabbin scratch from average cats 

Bureaucrats with strings attached 

Walk in place 

Light the match 

Two by two 

Promenade 

Duck from a B1 bomber raid 

Ain't bout the plans Osama made 

Banks getting paid of petrol trade 

Circulate 

Dosey-do 

How much cash could a o-z grow? 

Til all are fed and all have beds 

My skin is Black 

My story is red 

Everybody get down low 

Bout the level of your toes 

These dance moves we usually do 

Are not the ones that we have chose 

Grab on to that beat and grind 

Try your best to stay alive 

We can run 

We can't hide 

Might as well just stay and fight 

Two by two 

Promenade 

Duck from a B1 bomber raid 

Ain't bout the plans Osama made 

Banks getting paid off petrol trade 

Circulate 

Dosey-do 

How much cash could a o-z grow? 

Til all are fed and all have beds 

My skin is Black my story is red