Skyzoo, Al Skratch - A Tour of the Neighborhood lyrics
[Skyzoo, Al Skratch - A Tour of the Neighborhood lyrics]
Praise up to the most up high
For black Uptempos, yo
Hardest shit you could come by
Chocolate in the air off the stoop
When we would run by
Where custies get too high
Fuck around and somebody gun rise
Regular shit, lean on the head of the whip
Know your block live when outta towners
Wan' rep where you live
All that you need can be all in
Reach if you go for real
And down to say "Hi!" to a holding
Cell 'fore you blow a sale, you know it well
The same place that was good
For a number spot
Word to all the Snapple caps that
Got turned into skully tops
Energy to tear up a pizza
Parlor in front a cop
Before they built a winery up
From outta that number spot
Aside from the rent and who live on top of me
I ain't really changed
I'm out here with all kinda lead
Ever since bodega credit and what
It got for me
Like splitting heroes up with a
Knock-knee to try and beat younger me
Back when my pops would be
Out in front the Jeep two in the morning
Henny pour while me and my brother sleep
Still was taking care of whatever
Me and my brother need
No complaints when your crib
Fit so comfortably
And Leroy Campbells was like wallpaper
But, I was out 4, 5, 6-ing for your paper
My hand hot, same hand I was penning with
That would send you death
Right handed, but dribbled left, Penny flex
You get the picture? Salute to you
You don't, but this is home, shit
Do I got stoop for you let's do it duke
Top up off of the Wrangler be more suitable
Easier to catch what be new to you
Come around my way come around my way
Come around my way
(Creep with me through the neighborhood)
Come around my way come around my way
Come around my way come around my way
(Creep with me through the neighborhood)
Come around my way
For black Uptempos, yo
Hardest shit you could come by
Chocolate in the air off the stoop
When we would run by
Where custies get too high
Fuck around and somebody gun rise
Regular shit, lean on the head of the whip
Know your block live when outta towners
Wan' rep where you live
All that you need can be all in
Reach if you go for real
And down to say "Hi!" to a holding
Cell 'fore you blow a sale, you know it well
The same place that was good
For a number spot
Word to all the Snapple caps that
Got turned into skully tops
Energy to tear up a pizza
Parlor in front a cop
Before they built a winery up
From outta that number spot
Aside from the rent and who live on top of me
I ain't really changed
I'm out here with all kinda lead
Ever since bodega credit and what
It got for me
Like splitting heroes up with a
Knock-knee to try and beat younger me
Back when my pops would be
Out in front the Jeep two in the morning
Henny pour while me and my brother sleep
Still was taking care of whatever
Me and my brother need
No complaints when your crib
Fit so comfortably
And Leroy Campbells was like wallpaper
But, I was out 4, 5, 6-ing for your paper
My hand hot, same hand I was penning with
That would send you death
Right handed, but dribbled left, Penny flex
You get the picture? Salute to you
You don't, but this is home, shit
Do I got stoop for you let's do it duke
Top up off of the Wrangler be more suitable
Easier to catch what be new to you
Come around my way come around my way
Come around my way
(Creep with me through the neighborhood)
Come around my way come around my way
Come around my way come around my way
(Creep with me through the neighborhood)
Come around my way