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 samplin' of soul food

Off the old school plates

When I met up with my **** 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 8-0-4

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, 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 9-1-9 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

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

While I'm playin' 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?

Is it 2-1-2?

Speakin' on 4-0-4?

What about 5-1-6?

What is it? Not tellin' ya

What is it? Not tellin' ya

What is it? Not tellin' ya

What is it?

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

I got the Violators in the area

I got the Violators in the area

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