SHORTY WOP

When I was ten I was a Hip Hoppin Shorty Wop, known for rockin microphones and twisting off a forty top When I was ten I was a Hip Hoppin Shorty Wop, known for rockin microphones and twisting off a forty top If you ain't notice, I was drankin on that double cross Jump out the sunroof and hit them with a tomahawk Shit, in Oakland I'm a Raider like I'm Laura Croft Shorty used to hit my line but the love is lost She was fuckin with my math that's a no, no She did the hundred meter dash like she Flo-Jo I blew a hundred grams of hash I'm in Slow Mo Bumpin Coltrane and Louis Armstrong I'm old school Yeah, I'm an old soul baby Shit, these loafers is Margiela you heard Loafers, slacks polished gats and a leather coat Grew up with soldiers but we never had no general Stripes in the streets if they skimming gotta dead a crew This just another Bronx Tale, I'm Calogero Whether it's a baddie or a witch ima hold the door I'm a gentleman and a gangsta like Styles P Be yourself, could give a damn bout what you trynna be Uh, oh ten runnin red like Garapolo F*ck it, we used to flip them pies like we Papa Johns Out on the corner in the cold flipping coppers off Back when Bloomberg had em stop and frisk the lot of us We was old school bumpin Big L, rockin Nautical Young Spanish cats off the block with the coca in our folicals Back when Cartagena pushed the beemer out to Holly Grove We make it rain, at the club and at the hookah lounge Call it Bumpy Johnson cause I'm comin with that duji sound Jealous motherfuckers steady plotting keep the tooly round Stacks as tall as Foooly now Antarctica can't cool me down