The Love We Had Yesterday

It's like come on y'all, get live, Get down. And I said come on y'all, get live, Get down. Down. Yeah, yeah, yeah. One, Two, one, two, we gonna get on down. Check it. I've been indicted as a freak of all trades. I got it made. I bathe in bass lines, risk it wrist buying Drums. Come from a tribe of bums who throw An ego at moms. Had to hump with the Malt liquor 'cause off the malt liquor I fought Niggas. Now my speech and thoughts quicker. Cruise the South Side streets with no heat and No sticker. You rap, got my back and we Don't get no thicker. '87 got my back and We don't get no thicker. Chicago got my back and we done. Now check it. I'm a ho but not a Ho nigga. Ain't scared of no nigga. When it's my turn to go I gotta go. And I'm gone with the storm