Kickin' it in the Suburbs

I kick it in the suburbs
20 minutes from the hood
Where we shoot the dice and hustle
All the suckers for their goods

I push the superman comics
And the cold Redi Whip-its
I copped the Fat Boys tape
Just to learn the words to "Stick It"

When I'm limpin' down the street
All the homeys turn their heads
'Cause they don't want their girlies
Gettin' too close to my bed

I used to ride the Big Wheel
Now I'm cruisin' on a Huffy
Jammin' beats from LL Cool J
Way before the days of Puffy

Fresh rhymes, they come
Dope lyrics, they flow
I wear shell top Adidas
No matter where I go

The haters dis my method
And the "Fab 5" dis my style
But I can bust the moonwalk
For at least a quarter mile

I swish around town
In my Velcro Starter pants
Wearin' out a cardboard box
Every time I break a dance

The ladies always love
My chillin' high-top fade
And I'm livin' with my parents
So I'll never need a maid

You might say that I'm frontin'
'Cause I ain't as smooth as Hova
But two more months allowance
And I'll be rollin' in a Nova

A 19-7-5
Primer paint and Bondo panels
AM/FM with cassette
And about a dozen channels

I'll sport my aqua tux
With the ruffles to the prom
And you'll do a double-take
When I roll-up with your mom

So don't go gettin' swole
'cause you can't do just like me
I can share a few pimp lessons
But I'll have to charge a fee

This style has its cost
Being fly cannot be free
And just like DJ Run,
Is how I aim to be

Take it from the master
In my goose down Triple Fat
With the LA Raiders emblem
And the straight brim on my hat

I flash some bling bling
On my wrist and in my ear
I get the cubics at a discount
Save my duckets for some beer

Old English by the 40
When its time for getting' dirty
And I keep it in a bag
You can't see the other 30

My boys hang on the block
And we holla at the honeys
They know we got it all
Midnight curfew and short money

I brush my micro beard
And go heavy on the Polo
Always rollin' with a posse
I don't ever kick it solo

The green ring around my collar
Comes from some heavy hangin'
Those fake-you-out gold ropes
Always keep my style bangin'

So when you're starin' at my hoopty
Just muggin' to be mean
You spy the emblem in my fade
That's representin' for my team