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THE LEGION lyrics : "Street Thing"

(Intro)
And now for a lil' bit of the blues


(Hook)
It's just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)

We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin' our ground (take me)
It's just a street thing that we bring

It makes all the people sing (take me)
We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin' our ground, Chucky Smash!


(Verse: Chucky Smash)
Now it's about to be a massacre, musically

I's a mask of the technique, supreque, triple to yo three beat
On beat like a hook, gettin' money like a crook
Now ? gettin' my smokes and sips at the store

O'Jegga, legend on the block, it's a street thing
^!$$%s gettin' cash and $$#, what a sweet thing
Temptation is the creation of the nation of thugs and potheads

You the fibered eyes red, so
All hail King Pin to a big scale, step
Digital compute, all angles gettin' loot

The concrete profit jumpin' to yo cinnamon
Street corner, block stoner, hardcore like cement
It's evident for the ladies and gents

We gettin' bent, soldiers, give me a moment
Cats the tollen, pocket swollen
Twist a cap, bust a bottle

Get the smoke star rollin'

(Hook)

It's just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)
We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down

We holdin' our ground (take me)
It's just a street thing that we bring
It makes all the people sing (take me)

We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin' our ground, Cee-Low!


(Verse: Cee-Low)
Aye, yo, we Bronx originators, killin' perpetrators
Real live ^!$$%s, no cold balls or imitators

New York city is where it don't stop, yo
The sky's forever gray, one great big cooking pot
Drams and o's lead to afe's and bricks

My crew's on blocks, crazy cashin' chips
Nike kick and tenn's, poppin' late night jams
Microphones get it up with BBS rims

Cool like Kerp and Dat sippin' on the Guinness
But planes that land in Africa - spaghetti inventors
Dipped it fresh in the Avarex and guess

Plus ? mucho finnesse
Hustlin' $$#? for a styles, we step(?)
No phone communicatin', all the lines is tapped

I'm deemin', like a beemer, pushing another classic
Cee-Low steppin' off and packin' gents like traffic


(Hook)
It's just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)

We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin' our ground (take me)
It's just a street thing that we bring

It makes all the people sing (take me)
We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin' our ground, Molecules!


(Verse: Molecules)
Now it's the gangsta life, capeel? Can you deal?

Rub me the wrong way, you feel the real from the steel
I make dimes outta nickels, we need more brothers
Like Rich Porter, Nicky Barnes and Sickle

Guard youth with the two(?), I'm still down with the old-school
That make the rules like power rules
Corrodes regards for (*##$ stars, crow rims and thousands
It's a corpse outta housin'
Laptop, computers, for my kids

The commissary for all my ^!$$%s doin' bids
I need stacks of G's, push six hundred Coupes with ?
I want it all, like the Japanese
And like time, I can't be stopped
I was runnin' thru Bronx, wiggle with Bam

Drop planet rock
The mike's a King V Blazer
I don't worry if I drop it straight
On the mobile, cause I got no bridge! (?)


(Hook)
It's just a street thing that we bring
We make all the ladies sing (take me)
We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin' our ground (take me)

It's just a street thing that we bring
It makes all the people sing (take me)
We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down
We holdin' our ground, The Legion! (take me)
(Take me) (Take me) (Take me)

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