Letras
This sound like summertime, sound like a picnic
Bloods and Crips at the park just kicking it
You ain't from my city if you never heard of Keda Roc
You ain't from my city if you never heard of Cedar Block
Having birthday parties up in Kenneth Hahn
It's all about the kids so we all get along
Chilling with your red or blue fitted on
Even though it's a powder keg that we sitting on
Oh it's a fight? Then everybody fighting
We all jumping in even if we don't like it
If you from the block then you got his back
If that's how you rock then holla back
And don't nobody want no problems, jack
A gang of dominoes and a lot of 'gnac
Been a minute since the riots and all of that
Nine-deuce troops, 'bout time that we brought it back
Niggas showing up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping cause it's a black thing
Niggas showing up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping cause it's a black thing
Blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
Sound like Grizzly City in the summer, don't it?
Whip out the 5.0, swing another donut
You ain't from my city if you never heard of First Street
You ain't from my city if you never heard of Chris Meat
Fool, birthdays up in Holmes Park
Khakis with the overblown starch
Throwing from the shoulders with the lil homie
Show him he ain't gotta let his chrome spark
Back in '92, every young nigga I knew bang red or blue
Every young killer I knew had a bulletproof
But why at the barbecue he had to let it loose?
Huh? Really? I'm not interested in the drama
Wait a sec, just spotted my next baby mama
I'ma marinate with this 40 ounce
Later I be laying up in shorty house
Niggas showing up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping cause it's a black thing
Niggas showing up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping cause it's a black thing
Blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
Okay, where was I?
Now we at the crib, finally got me alone
Body out of this world, little mama was gone
Blame Malibu beach for her cinnamon tone
I had to get me a taste, literally couldn't wait
Uh, she had double Ds, no waist
Georgia peach with a California face
It's like I escape when I'm inside her
Ayo Murs, she remind me of an Impala
Oh the one that just came out the bathroom hot
The fly one with the tattoo on her thigh
Light skinned girl turning red in the sun
Pro Keds on with her hair in a bun
It's either baby girl or that Vaseline
Her Daisy Dukes got me thinking nasty things
We two stepping to the sunset
Been at it all day but we ain't done yet
Niggas showing up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping cause it's a black thing
Niggas showing up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping cause it's a black thing
Blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are