Oh Zone Oh No

[Oh No]
See, way back in the days befo' I was 21
You would find me at Potomac, tryin to get the funds
See the days have not changed, I have not won the lottery
And still make beats, with quality and quantity
Pops did the singin, mom did the writin
Mad does production, Stace did the fightin
I was watchin everybody tryin to get enlightenment
Up to Oakland see my grandparents excited
Uncle John, Aunt Dizzy, chillin on the couch
'Bout to head out to 'Frisco, in the Jazz Lounge
I would see older cats, smokin and laughin
Groovin to the music and the ladies out dancin
Gettin in late, I never was punctual
I'm still on my way, I'm just tryin to get comfortable
Tribe for the vibes, GangStarr for the raw
And Pete for the horns, I'd like to thank y'all

I'm so Zone man, I'm so Zone
I'm so Zone man, I'm so.. y'all
I'm so... I'm so Zone Y'all
I'm so Zone man, I'm so Zone y'all
I'm so... I'm so... y'all
I'm so Zone man, I'm so Zone y'all
I'm so... I'm so...
I'm so...