CT Rap Cinn-Tree Crew (Ft. Jeffrey the Poet, Mike Jones & Smitty Cent)

[Chorus]
CT What it do, what it be
CT What it do, what it be
CT What it do, what it be
Come chill with me at the Cinnamon Tree
(x2)

[Smitty Cent]
They named me Tyler Michael but they call me Smitty Cent
And the scent of cinnamon defines the hood where I rent
Particularly, the Cinnamon Tree
The haven where your time is spent superiorly
We got Jeffrey the Poet, and yes of course he knows it
But give him the rock and he’ll never get blocked
But of course he'll throw it down in your face all night
You could even say it's hecka tight!
And the grand finale, the king of the alley
D-town, bringin it down, it's the sound of Mike Jones!
"Who?" Mike Jones!
His three-ball is money - he never takes loans
If you see us out there swishin
You can know you’ll sure be wishin
You could spit what we be dishin
That could pay for your tuition – Jimmerish
Stop. Time for Russian swap
I ain’t just for real, I am for Russky, Pops!