La, la, la, la, la and e`rybody say
La, la, la, la, la I know you, I know you...
I know you`re thinking, thinking that it must be
Armor All flow cause it never get rusty
I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me
Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we?
Still rock the prada `fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore `em all up
Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up
[Chorus]
We coming from the..
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi
The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars
I`m like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars
Burn cd`s with no regard for the stars
Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts
Back in `94 they call me Chi-town`s Nas
Now them niggas know I`m one of Chi-town`s gods
We even yo, you`re still talking no cause
A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs
[Chorus]
Your fly is open, McFly
The crowd is open I think I know why
I`m back from the future seen it with my own eyes
And yep, I`m still the future of the Chi
Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon
I knew that I couldn`t cop a coup with no coupons
Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes
People asking him, “Do you have any grey poupon?”
[Chorus]
You in the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn`t be ballin` if your name is Baldwin
My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
Back in school, ya`ll niggas you should call in August
Summer sun it goes down but I`m still revolving
Southside `bout to walk it out, I still get crawling
If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin
With money in the bank like G. Rap, we`re calling
[Chorus]
With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera
Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas
Can`t wait till they say, “Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars.”
Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie
Like when Em` played him and Mekhi played a rasta
Mexican don`t love it like it was for La Raza
But this is for the mobsters, Holla
We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters
[Chorus]
Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel
Lean wit it, rock wit it, back like the disciples
Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle
You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle
Caught a case of robbery, and `Beat It` like Michael
Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku
I write to `Do the Right Thing` like Spike do
Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho
[Chorus]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
We`re coming from the...Hey!
*scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..)
Ya might have to spice it up
Spice it up, spice it up,
Take your life and...
Yo, we`re coming from the...Hey!
We`re coming from the...Hey!
...and this concludes our Chicago show
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