[Intro: Johaz]
Remember when niggas used to play twenty-one
For like six hours up at Lindberg?
Or-or-or, or remember in Tijuana man?
We used to be fucking with Tecmo Bowl
You know I had to be Bo Jackson
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Johaz]
Nappy-headed snot nose, lawn full of potholes
Grew up in the town where your shoes called zapatos
Was a skinny nigga so the people call me flaco
My older cousin Reggie was my only other honcho
Every Sunday morning, we would go to the mercado
Piece up on a soda and some fifty cent tacos
Buy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachos
Headed across the border, with my mom to her trabajo
This to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and I
Held a nigga down from pre-school to junior high
Never had a lot but always comin' through when do or die
Always had a smile but on the inside, you would cry
Always told me use my mind, the world is your canvas
Moved in '94, the same year as Illmatic
Then back to the block with John in elastic
The way he lost his life in that car, it was tragic
Tried to understand it, still can't get a grip
Seven years later, niggas still don't give a shit
Down on bended knee, thankin God that we hit a lick
Barely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' rich
Always knew the boy could spit, niggas call me Battlestar
Learned most of my game from the routes of Mt. Agalar
Still the fastest in my P.E. class
One love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash
Remember when niggas used to play twenty-one
For like six hours up at Lindberg?
Or-or-or, or remember in Tijuana man?
We used to be fucking with Tecmo Bowl
You know I had to be Bo Jackson
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Johaz]
Nappy-headed snot nose, lawn full of potholes
Grew up in the town where your shoes called zapatos
Was a skinny nigga so the people call me flaco
My older cousin Reggie was my only other honcho
Every Sunday morning, we would go to the mercado
Piece up on a soda and some fifty cent tacos
Buy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachos
Headed across the border, with my mom to her trabajo
This to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and I
Held a nigga down from pre-school to junior high
Never had a lot but always comin' through when do or die
Always had a smile but on the inside, you would cry
Always told me use my mind, the world is your canvas
Moved in '94, the same year as Illmatic
Then back to the block with John in elastic
The way he lost his life in that car, it was tragic
Tried to understand it, still can't get a grip
Seven years later, niggas still don't give a shit
Down on bended knee, thankin God that we hit a lick
Barely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' rich
Always knew the boy could spit, niggas call me Battlestar
Learned most of my game from the routes of Mt. Agalar
Still the fastest in my P.E. class
One love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash
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