Saukrates - Vietnam lyrics

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[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

Motherfucker 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 fucking 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 motherfucker, your man's nothing but a memory

And hits him with another sucker punch

Fuck 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

Fuck it now it's time to kill

Cock 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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker!

Now, if this was you, what the fuck would you do