1970's Alkebulan (Ft. Alexis Glenn & Quentin Miller)

[Verse 1: Alkebulan]
Gold chains, mink coat
Limp in my walk
Don't play the game, pinkie ring
Now ho, don't you talk in the presence of your pimp
Don't give me no lip, that shit on yo' knees
Now run along and tell it to my other anatomicals
Cells and associates, [?] and corners
With wheels the same color as the cops are payin' off
Thinkin' they own us, nah
This ain't no loaner, just got this lack off that lot
And I know, don't play yourself, girl get back on that block
I do me, I do Jah, like poker, poker face
To these jokers, take your queen
Poker face and leave cream all on the [?]
[?], face the facts, you at the bottom like a swig
The last of the [?], this business, you shouldn't be in
I'm bein', players ball, play to win
Hate the game while you in, if you turn bitch every time again
Take your win in, this ain't your rock, get about
The biggest pimp in the South, the biggest pimp in the South
We drive, Jack

[Chorus: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, uh, how you feel?
I take her back to when the Panthers was black
And that world was on the well? Uh
Chevrolet's with diamonds in the back
We 80's and 90's babies but I soul on that 7-5, no jive
Tryna lap like Goldie drinking good
And a nigga stay hella high, no jive
Fuck with me, babe, fuck with me, babe