Blowing Down

We always roll down (No doubt)

At the funky side of ten spots

Dash, yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out

Pretenders bent out and jelly to do my splendor

Move, move the smooth groover

Dudes from the zoo

That play the mic like, wow

Walk with a cane

Talk with the slang

Developed on Crooklyn blocks which I walk, but

Our radius is the whole universe

Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush, but

Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile

Fro in the pile, beep-beeped my sun visor

She filled with sun visor at Staten and Third

Love, love every day, that's my word

When I see your crew, I say, "That's them herbs"

Blam-blam, blood clot and it just don't stop

(Fresh) Lush black (Slick)

Right off the block (Fat, fat)

No doubt, we turns it out

'Cause we keep black movement and castle keep rockin'

Plus hang with my **** and hit the dope spots

Play in the corners and maybe even boogie

Till the sun come up or a gun come up

Shootin' at the breeze, the local MCs

Stylin' with ease

Doin' it like the sun has been hit

'Cause we bomb rhymes, saying', "Butter ain't playin'"

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Black on time, been still layin', like I said

Under the screen, be a eighth wonder

So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist

Fit my one-twenties, greet the avenue blue

Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty

Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by

Double time and shit

Ex, I'm hittin' so I can step sooner

On the nova so no water goes south

So see my G, here she comin' and we not a flesh vendor

Mecca got soul, livin' so, livin' so

Shot open on my left just in time

Know we finger pops a two liter when it's cool

In a sense, we smoother than oil's contents

Loyal to the kick drum like flavor

Bounce, bounce, ease back, when we do it fluid

Yes, ****, type fresh

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

We always blow out (Without a doubt, without a doubt)

For the funky side of town, no doubt (Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all)

We always blow out (Uh, check it out)

For the funky side of town, no doubt (Word)

We gets liver than any eighty-fiver

And the funk pot's thicker out here, Crooklyn

And every crew's badder, we choose to rock fatter

'Cause I stimulate

Life and matter

When I spread my wings, I dos my thing

'Cause Doodlebug wants to live like a Zulu king

So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat

Swoon units by the pound and they natural black

Without a doubt, this is the place to be

I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G

I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze

You know the cool breeze rocks the beats with ease

So, ****, please, full of the dread poetic

The sun-moon sect in the house made to set it

With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix

Add butter to the Mecc' then jet to eighty-six

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

Blowin' out, blowin' out

You better blow that shit out