jakarri 1970's şarkı sözleri

Throw back to the 70s, wasn't even alive then The beat just reminds him of beehives and drive ins Old pimps coked up, young whores get choked up Philly just a city, they use papers to roll up Black chicks was biddies, the white ones had they nose up Interracial dating, you might just get your throat cut Riding with the Panthers in black hats and trench coats Holding it down for the people, we all was dead broke Waking up the next day, flapjacks and French toast Nationwide movement from Cali beaches to East coast Pouring glue right in your bag, you can't afford dope Real dancing up in the club, it was floor show Model in my lap, holding a bottle, spilling yac In the back of a new Cadillac, floor show model Ducking from the draft, partying at the discos Parties with the red light, DJ playing Calypso Nixon was a trip, yo sorry, Dick was a trick though Promised he was ending the war, he ain't do shit though War at the Olympics, warring up in the Middle East War up in America, blacks versus the punk police It was all good though, block parties on every street If you had a problem you fought, nobody brought the heat Herc made Hip-Hop, still he a legend to me 40 years later we still rapping over these beats
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