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 7-1-8 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 7-1-8's out of Vietnam Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (Man, I knew a psycho) 7-0-3's on my love bug I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5 Crazy buddhas in my mind My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous I guess Mars was my hideaway But if the stars for a getaway Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé 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 5-1-4) 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 3-0-1's And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut My man from the 9-0-8, 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 5-1-6 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 9-0-8? (No) Is it 2-1-2? (No) Speakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no) What about 5-1-6? (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 7-0-3 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)