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Flatbush N*****
Chuck Strangers
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Whenever I leave the ghetto and I go into
Hollywood or some other white town that's around
I feel like I'm out of my world
I feel very lonesome
I feel like, uh
Days of the bottom, thought I forgot 'em
Prior to going full throttle, we pour bottles
Till them bitches was upside down
I unwind, write a rhyme with a bottle of wine
I can feel it in my veins, it's about that time
Sideline Charlie, aspirations still Ferrari
Kenny ain't be eating meat again, I might fuck with him
Y'all gon' peep the way the tux fit him
Young Omar Epps, hit the deck, could be on neck, no respect
Where I'm from, it's no fucks given, but the most love in the world
Saman twirl, yo, I love my borough
But my Brooklyn bitch say I'm on my LA chay
But she know anyway, I'm on the ave every day
Watch it glisten while I'm four-five-sixing
I beat it two times, now she tripping
Before she start bitching, I'ma come up missing
Young Chuckie on a mission, we twisting, streets listen
While you bullshitting, I'm plotting
This for my niggas on the bottom, for real
I wrote this song for Flatbush niggas
And if you ain't from Flatbush, I probably don't fuck with you
I wrote this song for Flatbush niggas
And if you ain't from Flatbush, I probably don't fuck with you
I wrote this song for Flatbush niggas
And if you ain't from Flatbush, I probably don't fuck with you
I probably don't fuck with you
If you ain't from Flatbush, I probably don't fuck with you
I probably don't fuck with you
If you ain't from Flatbush, I probably don't fuck with you
I wrote this song for Flatbush niggas
And if you ain't from Flatbush, I probably don't fuck with you
This nigga's not from Flatbush
You're not from Flatbush, my nigga, come on
I am
Come on, bro
Ayy, not too many projects, the squad'll get you out of here
Ma, you like the vibes, you know we make it live in here
When you roll the spot, and your homie sell consignment gear
Ask the shorty size, but she already got a pair
Now I got a problem, ain't no money in my pocket
One jux the only option, and Flatbush got a prophet
I'm a Flatbush nigga, my two-train had graffiti on it
Me and Chuck was jumping turnstiles, I used to see him on it
Thinking on it, I should write a storybook
Same block where Meech live, recording all this audio
Saying we done dreamed it, Flatbush is another Caribbean
Mixing bootleg CDs, dope parades weekly
Straight from the Bridge, traffic speeding all evening
What I said, beef patty, cocoa bread, mon filet
Don't like my weed seedy
Fronto soaps like champagnes, I pop scheming
Full court in broad day, we all teaming
Forever my allegiance, you know that I'm trying to pree it
Here's another way to see it
I got better shit to do, I'm either headed to the stu'
You know I change my outfit before I'm headed to the booze
I hate to lose an eighth
Feds shake you down for trying to luminate, prove a fake
About to bust a move, what's the Uber rate?
My eyes are headed towards the ghetto
I know there's nothing in my mind but home
That's all, there's nothing there but home
And when I feel myself coming back to the ghetto
Or when I feel like I'm in the ghetto
Or I'm on the outskirts of the ghetto
I get a very warm feeling
I feel secure, I feel safe, I feel like I'm wanted again
I feel like I'm back where I belong, back with my people
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