Текст песни The Story

Aww yeah.. got the funk.. non-stop.. drop.. uhh, uhh

Ha ha, check it

("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")

Yeah, now that's the right kind of beat

for me to sit back and kick my story

on a Friday night with nothin to do

Cause all the other plans that I made fell through

So I sat, 'til about half past midnight

Clock struck one, time to get right

Beat bop on, tilted over to the side

Tank on E and I was still gonna ride

Rollin up the ave leanin over to my left

Yo I'm headed fo' this club over on the Westside

Made my little stop at the liquor sto'

Chatted with a couple of homies on the corner then I stepped

through the do' seen another car roll up slow

With lights out, somethin told me to hit the flo'

Little did I know, right and exact

The AK sprayed the fools didn't have a chance to blast back

and it was just like that, just that quick

Just my luck, another fucked up night to pick

to roll but if I had some sense I woulda known..

.. to take my ass home

("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")

*repeats*

Young and.. dumb, not satisfied yet

Picked up the brew and the gum and I jet

to the set sat outside, threw my brew down

Stepped in, yanked the mic, flowin with the funky sound

Kept the wallflowers off the wall

'til the DJ made the last call for alcohol

Party ended, I was standin outside
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Female with some fake hair caught my eye

Conversation indicated she was underage

I still got tricked by my old third leg

Sat the big booty in the passenger seat

Fastened the seatbelt, I'm off to the cheap motel

Well, what to do?

When you check your rearview mirror and see

two brothers in a big blue Nova

The girl put a three-fifty-seven to my head and she said "Pull over!"

("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")

*repeats*

Out the car, face on the sidewalk

Said I'd get faded, unless I talked

about a llello shipment

("You took my shit motherfucker, where my shit at?")

Givin me the count of three to come with the day place time

of delivery, "Yo," I said, "I ain't the guy you lookin fo'"

They said, "Shut up, cause you was at the liquor sto'

with the fools we blasted on"

I said, "Damn it's a small world after all"

And they was gettin fed up, the trigger cocked back

I closed my eyes, waitin for the impact

A gun went off, and it wasn't none of theirs

Looked up, down went the girl with the fake hair

The other two got popped, couldn't blast back

The liquor store crew had a nice payback

and it was just like that, just that quick

Just by luck, I was on the ground and didn't get hit

So I hopped in the bucket, drove and I was gone

Took my ass home!

("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")

*repeats*