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Дата випуску: 20.09.2023
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Area |
Just another area |
For me to patrol |
Just another area |
That shows I got soul |
Just another area |
For me to patrol |
Just another area |
That shows I got soul |
I got soul you see, I’m swimming in the De La |
I’m in my hood man, my manhood worries ya |
I’m known for sampling of soul food |
Off the old school plates |
When I met up with my niggas from the 718 |
One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens |
Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes |
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call |
For me and the Sheep, our mission’s on the beach of 804 |
(You're runnin' on an empty tank) |
But still get paid in full (And get the girls) |
Man, I’m packing gravitational pull |
Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes |
I’m out to scout the areas that remains to be seen |
(What?) |
Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard |
Man, who’s ringing up my area (ooh) oh! |
I used to shoe it to the bridge but that’s gone |
Like the 718's out of Vietnam |
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged |
(Man, I knew a psycho) |
703's on my love bug |
I made mates with the brothers up in 215 |
Crazy buddhas in my mind |
My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp |
And my 202 keeps me marvellous |
I guess Mars was my hideaway |
But if the stars for a getaway |
Since I’m capable I conjure up the walk in this way |
I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester souffle |
I be the 919 seeker, cause ain’t off legit |
So when I’m with my crew I always have a place to sit |
Due to this, a brother tries to play me |
(Yeah, like one in 514) |
Yo, some kid tried to flip on me |
They instigated a brawl |
(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall) |
Then I just laughed |
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha) |
(We whooped that ass) |
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am |
I cashed the grain by the pound |
I make sounds with the horn |
When I color the corn, caught the fit |
And sit the two when honey slung the tip |
Well I’m taking my funds to the 301's |
And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut |
My man from the 908's, he don’t like it like that |
So I pipes till the sunshine hikes |
A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol |
(God forgive me) Well, it’s a hook |
The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe |
When the 516 played convicts |
The man Maseo is here to put the habit along |
And what you have, I’m 'bout to speak about your area code |
Is it 918? (No) |
Is it 212? (No) |
Speakin' on 404? (Hell no) |
What about 516? (I dunno) |
What is it? (Not tellin' ya) |
What is it? (Not tellin' ya) |
What is it? (Not tellin' ya) |
What is it? (Not tellin' ya) |
(Huh? What?) |
Just another area for me to patrol |
I got status cause I’m baddest with the paint |
Giving upside down frowns to London when 703 |
Her moms didn’t like it, I had to let be |
For the fact I lays bricks |
Cause my semen ends with the letter T |
My seed is hard to submerge |
I play the tack in the wall if my rear’s not watched |
Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge |
But I got Prince Paul in the Area |
(Oh, it’s like that now) |
I got Hot Dog in the Area |
(Heh heh heh) |
I got the Violators in the area (Aaah) |
I got the Violators in the area (Aaah) |
It don’t matter where you hide, I clear up the fall |
Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud |
Clear my area |
(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.) |
(I been up all night, it’s still Friday to me.) |
(Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I’m going home!) |
(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy) |