Conant Gardens Lyrics - Singles - Slum Village

Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens 

(Motown) We getting shit started 

If you ever hear us say McNic, Nic 

It's going down like that range Rover 

When ladies see you they get the love hang over 

Day or a night if you wanna stay over 

You better have the will to bend over and take off your clothes in time 

Conqueror, come back to give some of that old 

Pictual, actual, factual let Mac'll bring you the raw 

With gigantic loads that my people come to love 

Azurite, get down with it 

Can't fathom these brothers fantastic 

Uh, I heard you cry when I dipped that ass in some plastic 

How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards 

Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions 

Fascists, because we turn this rap shit into something tragic 

I didn't wanna have to put you in some action 

Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it? 

See, I 'cause havoc like a loaded automatic 

How do you like me now nigga, you know my style say word 

I'm from the city where we're known for slangin' pounds of herb 

Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making it's yo 

The never faking it's creating shit that's taking your ho 

After the show you know I step up in the place 

Mind is not strong enough, to hold me back 

The tools you lack, the skills you deal 

Lyrics to kill, cars to deal 

Cops to peel, image too real! 

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it (come on come on come on) 

Come on come on do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it 

Come on, do it 

Back again from the bank baby, counting my change 

Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings 

Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash 

Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas if you ask 

You might catch me in my rental 

Won't catch me in tinted windows, might catch me on residential 

Or various instrumentals and yo 

Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo 

You need to low and behold these innuendos 

Yo, it's just the fine talk 

Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxed-to 

My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh 

I hope you feel me like you feel your past-or 

What did you practice you so used to babbling 

See it don't matter 'cause we mastered this rap shit 

Pockets get badder 'cause it's hitting so immaculate 

You like the way it goes down when S attacks-it 

It will get tragic when the S is on the mission 

So listen, relax take a seat in the place it's living 

living up to expectations and still, ripping 

With rhymes and filling the chrome, dipping 

Cruising the neighborhood is just local pimping 

For my memory, we were meant to be 

I am the soul Melchizedek, from the D 

Role with the world, ever see, who got the Key 

It's gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S 

Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens 

Motown, we getting shit started 

We don't stop, no we don't quit 

We just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it do it 

Come on, (tell them) come on 

Come on