My niggas flippin' it all day. Either on the corners or up in the hallways. Coke from Cuba, but they got it on Broadway. Pitchers on the front stoop, shooters in the doorway.
(Havoc). Yo. this is flavor for the non believes. Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weed. And by the way, this is all the way live. And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes.