Theyre all flashing past So many others moving so fast I feel my heart smoke As we go under it and bow down Nothing left on this island Upon steel on
: Theyre all flashing past So many others moving so fast I feel my heart smoke As we go under it and bow down Nothing left on this island Upon steel
cause I'm the funky lil brotha [CHORUS] (I'm just your funky lil brotha) Cause I'm the funky little - brotha (I'm just your funky lil brotha) Cause I'm the funky little - brotha
the steelo he knew it wouldn't take much for nice to come home, other niggas was dumb plus when him and Nice were comin' up them other niggas was young
praised around, the hood life He ran with his man from the second floor Livin happy, puffin on the staircase wall Greedy had a younger brotha, they both
vaccine with half the city in a hospital All these doom-leaders, and their spoon-feeders Can take the young, and let them lose leaders I ain't tryna train
(Stan Rogers, 1979) This day a year ago, he was rolling in the snow With a younger brother in his father's yard Christmas break, a time for touching
damned West Coast, Mister Ice Cream Man done hooked up with young C-Loc, And runnin' game like a choo-choo train, I got chicketts, seventeen for five
a cast I told him, GET OUT THAT LANE, cause it was too fast Ain't it time to, cut these yellow lines, the show must go on I got his younger brother on
they can only thrill ya by dance steps I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven't got the chance yet but that's ok cause he was dissed on Soul Train he got
4] I break shit up so just chill, and sit still I'm not on the pop hop but yo my shit still Sells like a mother, there's not another Dark brown brother
I took this photograph soaking wet After an 8-ball's cataract broke a jazz face threat The same touch to the chest of a young musician He wrote his own
Man come on girl, you know we tryin to do something. You gonna get it on before I train set' here? (Hey hey Fiend, c'mon man. They got some more over
on the train they call the metro I was feeling tired Sitting next to a young boy, looking so sweet, looking so NICE I said, "My brother, tell me, where
a young brother, how young about eight He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight I greeted him, and struck a conversation To see if the youngster
mental went rushing, who the fuck was buzzing Was it them niggaz that we stuck for them hundreds Or did that bitch that we ran a train on, tell her husband
went rushing, who the fuck was buzzing Was it them niggaz that we stuck for them hundreds Or did that bitch that we ran a train on, tell her husband
ride Out of the rain, snow and cold Me and a friend of mine A guy I met somewhere down the road Hummin' all the way down to Spain On that choo choo train
