Consequence, Royce da 5'9" - All Black Neighborhood lyrics
[Consequence, Royce da 5'9" - All Black Neighborhood lyrics]
(Come on, man, Come on)
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black neighborhood
Meanin' that nobody's in the red
And the paper's good
Next to doctors, lawyers
The coach for the Hoyas
Maybe stockholders from Goya
The block'll destroy ya'
So revolve in the morgue
But haters wanna see me with
Revolvers at my door
Use the same revolvin' door
That Clark Kent used
A connoisseur, mostly Clark Kent shoes
Still abide by the park bench rules
'Cause hoes'll put you on the bench
Unless you park sum'n cool
Only a fool doesn't learn
From they daddy lessons
And turn them shit's into caddy
And dissolved apprehension was the
App that I used what I put on the map will
More than likely be removed
Well I know you been confused
About the future gettin' better
If you don't sound like Future
You get future endeavors
Well I'm back to the future and
The view is gettin' better
And now, the reviews are gettin' better
Yeah, just ask Rolling Stone
You either rollin' or you stoned if you
Think I ain't in the zone
So I'm with my kids home
In a all black neighborhood
Maybe down the block from Meagan Good
But you better make sure
That that paper's good
'Cause every good girl wants a man
To take her out the hood
La la la la la la la so she can sing like
La la la la la la la and we can sing like
La la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
La la la la la la la let's go
Oh, la la la la la la la
Oh, la la la la la la la
Yeah, yeah, black unity, black unity
I'm from the era of kangaroos and Max Juliens
I attended the public school in Starter coats
Swag jewelry, nothin' we never saw before
Cash rulin' me
Listenin' to nothin' but Harlem notes
Carla gave me your number
I can't call her though
My phone off at the crib, I feel sorry for
Those who out here who livin'
Who hate to live
Old people told me that this is not the
Place that you should raise your kids
(What you tell 'em?)
I said, "When I was a kid, shit
I was raised here" black neighborhood
Carryin' this lady groceries
I'm walkin' but watchin' closely
I wish a hater would
Stories get told, lookin' at cold
Empty courts and torn hangin' nets
Where hoop dreams get deflated
And ain't no place like home
The only place you can go to stay and check
Check to that neighborhood
Community leaders bringin' gangs together for
Momentary moments of peace
Long as you know it's for that greater good
Black unity and black neighborhood
I just left from the barbecue, I just ate
I'm full and now I'm ridin' around
Searchin' for Meagan Good
And she ain't turnin' me down
Because my paper good
Every girl around the way just tryna
Make it out the hood
La la la la la la la so she can sing like
La la la la la la la and we can sing like
La la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
La la la la la la la let's go
Oh, la la la la la la la
Oh, la la la la la la la
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black neighborhood
Meanin' that nobody's in the red
And the paper's good
Next to doctors, lawyers
The coach for the Hoyas
Maybe stockholders from Goya
The block'll destroy ya'
So revolve in the morgue
But haters wanna see me with
Revolvers at my door
Use the same revolvin' door
That Clark Kent used
A connoisseur, mostly Clark Kent shoes
Still abide by the park bench rules
'Cause hoes'll put you on the bench
Unless you park sum'n cool
Only a fool doesn't learn
From they daddy lessons
And turn them shit's into caddy
And dissolved apprehension was the
App that I used what I put on the map will
More than likely be removed
Well I know you been confused
About the future gettin' better
If you don't sound like Future
You get future endeavors
Well I'm back to the future and
The view is gettin' better
And now, the reviews are gettin' better
Yeah, just ask Rolling Stone
You either rollin' or you stoned if you
Think I ain't in the zone
So I'm with my kids home
In a all black neighborhood
Maybe down the block from Meagan Good
But you better make sure
That that paper's good
'Cause every good girl wants a man
To take her out the hood
La la la la la la la so she can sing like
La la la la la la la and we can sing like
La la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
La la la la la la la let's go
Oh, la la la la la la la
Oh, la la la la la la la
Yeah, yeah, black unity, black unity
I'm from the era of kangaroos and Max Juliens
I attended the public school in Starter coats
Swag jewelry, nothin' we never saw before
Cash rulin' me
Listenin' to nothin' but Harlem notes
Carla gave me your number
I can't call her though
My phone off at the crib, I feel sorry for
Those who out here who livin'
Who hate to live
Old people told me that this is not the
Place that you should raise your kids
(What you tell 'em?)
I said, "When I was a kid, shit
I was raised here" black neighborhood
Carryin' this lady groceries
I'm walkin' but watchin' closely
I wish a hater would
Stories get told, lookin' at cold
Empty courts and torn hangin' nets
Where hoop dreams get deflated
And ain't no place like home
The only place you can go to stay and check
Check to that neighborhood
Community leaders bringin' gangs together for
Momentary moments of peace
Long as you know it's for that greater good
Black unity and black neighborhood
I just left from the barbecue, I just ate
I'm full and now I'm ridin' around
Searchin' for Meagan Good
And she ain't turnin' me down
Because my paper good
Every girl around the way just tryna
Make it out the hood
La la la la la la la so she can sing like
La la la la la la la and we can sing like
La la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
Oh, la la la la la la la yeah
La la la la la la la let's go
Oh, la la la la la la la
Oh, la la la la la la la