The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
Do your body right an' it loves you back
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
'Til awareness started penetratin'
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
In army boots, yellin, "Join the armed forces"
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Even when all else fail, God support you
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
Watchin' swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical afros
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
Yeah, X Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
An' Peachtree Atlantic heads was tootin' they nose
'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo Balcony seats
Publishers: ELLEGANZA MUSIC PUBLISHING, UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Was told to stay strong an' I could beat the devil
Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee an' Casanova
An' you get nothin' without struggle an' hard work
An' it's like that
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God loves
Homicide an' Feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause
Still rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no laws
Live chicks be, bustin' out of they clothes
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers an' cheers go?
Beat street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
There's still a lot of crawlin' in the carpet offices
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
You only get one life, an' yo, because of that
That was a uncanny era, in my pants
An' all these shorties comin' up, just resurrect your life
The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
But now them shorties here doe, so
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right
I done it, got God sun on my stomach
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin'
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
It's like a cycle
They won't be servin' the beast too long
That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products
With an' double
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers pealin' they earlobes
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Take one step toward him, he takes two towards you
Your paper money was the death of Christ
Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Songwriters: Michelle Lynn Bell, Larry Gates, Nasir Jones
Turnin' nothin' into somethin', is God work
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
War is necessary to my in chains
Just to prove we some creative
In frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
My heart an' my lungs was affected from an' gettin'