[Intro]   Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come {*repeat 3X*}   And check it out, ha      [Verse 1]   My raps do laps around tracks and adapt   to any environment.. I'm the comma comma chamelion   I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had mags   That was when bitches had gucci tags   And wasn't rockin' Starters, looking harder than niggas   Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures   8-7 stepped in the jam, next the police come   Fights there would be one, numbers I'd get at least one   We'd come to the get-together with whoever   You wouldn't know how deep we was, we all didn't sit together   Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew   and then step to the next cue, let's do it again y'all   That was when mad was tall and phat was cold   The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town   As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down   But the shit ain't as fun now, and the city's all run down   We'd troop down to Jew Town, talk a cat down on some gear   Have enough for a Polish and car fare   I stare, at what use to be better   and think about who use to cop our liquor   (Who?) Our neighborhood father figure      [Hook]   I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah,   "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB   Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I   "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB   Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um   "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB   We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um   "Niggas be rollin" -> ODB      [Verse 2]   I got more rhymes than The Manor got folks   Had style since I went to McDowell, wearin' boats   And penny loafers though I had the nickel in mines   We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme   It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop   Skeeter would hit from the SAME spot   'til Marlon tore my shit down, get down,   Put your body in motion only the strong survive   But on the 6 or the 5   The live-est sets used to be, at the Racket   Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchet   Or either a beat by Pharris at them country club parties   We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "AH-IGHT, NOW MON-EY!"   Always I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare   I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there   Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks   But mostly Hyde Park and "V" hoes is who I messed with   The best shit was troopin' to the loop in your precisions   Cut class to get ass, but still go to division (I remember that)   Over Yamela's crib while his old girl was at work   Bust a spoolie on the spread, but still have some on your shirt      [Hook]      [Verse 3]   I tuned into BMX, and taped Farley on the tonemaster   Took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster   Then HPK was the only station that would fuck with rap   You was on The Shore by yourself cats'd (would) say "Up your hat."   What you could you'd make of it, if you was a gump they'd take ya shit   Either fight or break for it, we'd go to the lake and get full   My drink then was Boone's and Red Bull   I remember swimming in Avalon, and peeing in the pool   I thought I was cool, with my "Members Only" and a bowl fade   Walk to Walgreens to get the Sportin' Waves pomade   And soft brush, as we got older we would start ruckus and bang fags   Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas   Go to Marshall's and change tags, I snagged 'nuff niggas   In games of Off the Wall, and softball, Piggy one I would call   When I first got my three way callin', I caught marks tryin' to lie   Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shot      [Hook]