Saukrates - Vietnam Lyrics
[Saukrates] Yo I'm loving the weather in this damn neighbourhood Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, ain't it My nigga Freddy agrees, we near fainted (Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted) (That very same day) Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze Arguing about who was the illest MC Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it's Jay-Z My moms cuts it short, sending me to the A&P Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter You're damn right, I was making beats for A's(?) last night And you know them vets make you work up an appetite Split, jump in the Ac, it's deaded in the back Won't start, pumping them tracks killed my battery Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the brakes Dud I live for them Camelo and PF Cuttin' tapes Can't forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop Kid we can walk it's only five from my crib And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint Stay on the way to the grocery point Be back soon momma say (Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted) (That very same day) Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her lawn Sunbathing so we honkin', errh She the finest forty-something I seen in nine lives Not even Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five That's why I've made the pledge, no more chickenheads Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me well feed Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch Looking ill but too young to touch Then one child said, yo Big Sox when's the album due kid? It's out stupid, I want to form a neighbourhood B Like a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated from society Hit the corner, there's my nigga Jay eyeing me Mother*****er where my tape at? Lie to me! And I'mma brake that, you let's take a walk I'mma get it on my way back, we gotta talk I heard one of them coons from the other side of the block Was *****ing with you over some bullshit And pulled clips illigitly {Yo he acted shifty because my crib's where his chick be hangin dude} Ignore that shit G and keep that thang banging, in everyway (Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted) (That very same day) We gets to the A, and P Jay's smoking so them niggas wait for me I'm standing in the express line and what do I see? Through the window, that same coon and his kinfolk Everything turned slow motioned and muted In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up from behind I see one pull a nine, I scream TURN AROUND! Too late, my nigga Jay's brain stained the ground They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what Now mother*****er, your man's nothing but a memory And hits him with another sucker punch ***** the lunch, today I'm killing the bunch I run outside with one nigga lie dead The other bleedin' from the head Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg Yo Freddy just chill, I'm about to retaliate Ill visions of murder, blowe ***** it now it's time to kill ***** back, I'm prepared for action Becoming one with Samuel L. Jackson Turn the corner, I see them niggas running away Hit the shortcut, I'm waiting at his crib I'mma end this shit today Look, here he comes now I've never felt pressure like this before Debating, whether I should blast on site Or wait 'til the mother*****er puts the key in the door Creep up on a nigga with God's hand On the hair pintrigger, forgive me momma but I'm going to be a little late with the groceries I mean, you know diner's just going to have to wait Turn around mother*****er! Now, if this was you, what the ***** would you do?
