[Saukrates]
Yo
I’m loving the weather in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, ain’t it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near fainted
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze
Arguing about who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it’s Jay-Z
My moms cuts it short, sending me to the A&P
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
You’re damn right, I was making beats for A’s(?) last night
And you know them vets make you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, it’s deaded in the back
Won’t start, pumping them tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the brakes
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF Cuttin’ tapes
Can’t forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it’s only five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint
Stay on the way to the grocery point
Be back soon momma say
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her lawn
Sunbathing so we honkin’, errh
She the finest forty-something I seen in nine lives
Not even Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
That’s why I’ve made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me well feed
Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when’s the album due kid?
It’s out stupid, I want to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in ’73, seperated from society
Hit the corner, there’s my nigga Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker where my tape at? Lie to me!
And I’mma brake that, you let’s take a walk
I’mma get it on my way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them coons from the other side of the block
Was fucking with you over some bullshit
And pulled clips illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib’s where his chick be hangin dude}
Ignore that shit G and keep that thang banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
We gets to the A, and P Jay’s smoking so them niggas wait for me
I’m standing in the express line and what do I see?
Through the window, that same coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I scream TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay’s brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your man’s nothing but a memory
And hits him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I’m killing the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin’ from the head
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy just chill, I’m about to retaliate
Ill visions of murder, blowe
Fuck it now it’s time to kill
Cock back, I’m prepared for action
Becoming one with Samuel L. Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them niggas running away
Hit the shortcut, I’m waiting at his crib
I’mma end this shit today
Look, here he comes now
I’ve never felt pressure like this before
Debating, whether I should blast on site
Or wait ’til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga with God’s hand
On the hair pintrigger, forgive me momma
but I’m going to be a little late with the groceries
I mean, you know diner’s just going to have to wait
Turn around motherfucker!

Now, if this was you, what the fuck would you do?

Captiol Hill, yeah
(Chorus)
Ain’t nobody with the skills we got
Putting shit together just to form another plot
Better be on your P’s and Q’s
Here’s a message from me to you, bloow
Ain’t nobody with the skills we got
Always putting shit together just to form another plot
Better be on your P’s and Q’s
Here’s a message from me to you, bloow

Verse 1:
I break you off a little something
There ain’t no reason to be frontin’
He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothing
Pick up my pen, begin
To let my mind bend again
Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I’m finishing
Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger trough
While I chill on the land of the lore
With your raps sound soft
Beats never coming off
How you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaall
Losing you skill, what’s the deal?
Peeling caps on you record
Interludes on some y’all ain’t even seen real steal
Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a record
Making dough, but it’s your own shit still
Now’s time to play big Will nigga
After you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor
Trigger in you clutches
Remembering the time you thought of doing niggas
Spoke about the dutches
New style every month from Tony Touches
You capitalize on franchise type of shit
Generic in your eyes
No name brand the same
But can’t even do it like the orginal Fame
Get that ass out the game
Nigga, what!

(Chorus)

Honey! Where do you think you’re going with my money?
Broke you off last week, Yo!
Girl listen funny, you thinking you’re runnin’
On some different type shit
But your position at present could get your wig split
Baby, what!
I know we cool like that because, we known each other for years
And all the time we was on the same level
But you turned up the treble
Not me I became a hip-hop MC
On the other hand, babee
You think of profiling as an acuvision (?)
Last year was a different situation
Hanging out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick back
Smoking BDs, mixing hash with weed
Denim and army fatigues
You were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat
Now you’re chilling with some type Johnny G type of cat
Put you up in the crib
Now you think you’re all that
Fly DKNY, Versace panties on your ass
But, your son’s looking like crass and tripping up in class
Correct that bullshit, fast!
And quit coming around my niggas begging for cash
That’s you boyfriend’s task
I heard he ‘tacked you up really bad the other day
‘Cause I can hear your seed screaming, running my way
Time to talk to that fool, cause my sons don’t play
Ah, honey, next time you change, don’t stray
You hear me?

(Chorus)

Ain’t nobody, skills we got,
Ain’t nobody, Saukrates y’all
Better be on your P’s and Q’s
Here’s a message from me to you, bloow

[Saukrates]
Kalifornia
I first saw my baby on the Subway train
On my way home from a cue in White Plains
A pretty young thing, brown eyes and skin clean
With the poise of a queen though she was only 15
And I was 16, my mind was in a swirl
And by the looks of this girl, I was a peasant
Who did not have a chance or a prayer in the world
Just another nigga with them rasta curls
So she on the train did avoid me
Sick to her brain assumin’ I would most likely be
A hustler, I said fuck it, she could never like me
Or much less love
I knew she was special, never all of the above
And then I closed my eyes to envision me and her as one
On a California beach in the sun
When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was done
I glanced her way, only to receive nothing in return
Knowing that one day I would earn
A chance with this woman trapped in a teen’s body
I would play America, you could be John Gotti, I’m sayin…
I was trapped when I turned my head

CHORUS [Saukrates]
“You’re My Lady” <– D’Angelo
Kalifornia, Kalifornia
You remind me, You remind me
“You’re My Lady” <– D’Angelo
Kalifornia, Kalifonia
You remind me, You remind me
“You’re my lady” <– D-Angelo
Kalifornia, Kalifornia
You remind me, You remind me
“You’re My Lady” <– D’Angelo
Kalifornia, Kalifonia
You remind me, You remind me


[Saukrates]
A whole year went by without seeing her once
It seemed that ev-ery day was as long as a month
And now it seemed days eternally, it’s she I want
But also to be an MC is what I wanted
To earn a dollar, every other girl seemed sour
The only thing I pictured in my mind was my with Kalifornia sunshine
I told my niggas in time, that girl would be mine
They called me crazy, assumin’ that I was mad lazy
And lacked the monetary
Assets, plus my style was not sanitary
‘Cause everybody knew she was fly with fitness
Being witness to her once a year was cool
Fuck Christmas
When I brought it up my niggas dismissed
Ignoring the mockery
I kept it locked in my mind tightly
Kalifornia you remind me
Yo, I didn’t have my niggas behind me
But then, you were taken anyway
Forcing me to postpone plan A
Kali-forn-i-ay…

CHORUS

[Saukrates]
From a distance
Analyzed my prey with persistence
Comin’ up with a system
It was straight, a phone call around eight
Conversate for a while to find up
The whole time it was a mutual attraction
And that news was old
I’m in bliss apparently she was watchin’ me
And expected we to probably be
As coherent as the East Coast and West Coast be
A B-Boy’s dream, the serene yin to my yang that was ragin’
I was amazed, this was all happenin’ before a nigga got paid
And after the storm cleared from his parade
Now, there ain’t such a thing as stress
She got my back, and with that
I know how it’s blessed
A nigga who figured that the search wouldn’t start
For another few years I would just stay apart
In love with the Triple X, Heiny and Hennessy
But now you remind me, Kalifornia memory…

CHORUS

Saukrates
Niggas of sin, Figures of Speech

I first saw my baby on the Subway train
on my way home from a cue in White Plains
A pretty young thing, brown eyes and skin clean
with the poise of a queen though she was only 15
And I was 16, my mind was in a swirl,
and by the looks of this girl
I was a peasant
who did not have a chance or a prayer in the world
Just another nigga with them rasta curls
so she on the train did avoid me
Sick to her brain assumin’ I would most likely be
a hustler, I said fuck it, she could never like me
or much less love
I knew she was special, never all of the above
And then I closed my eyes to envision me and her as one
on a California beach in the sun
When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was done
I glanced her way, only to receive nothing in return
knowing that one day I would earn
a chance with this woman trapped in a teen’s body
I would play America, you could be John Gotti, I’m sayin…

[You’re My Lady]
California, California
You remind me, You remind me
[You’re My Lady]
California, Califonia
You remind me, You remind me

A whole year went by without seeing her once
It seemed that every day was as long as a month
And now it seemed days eternally
It’s she I want, but also to be an MC is what I wanted
To earn a dollar, every other girl seemed sour
The only thing I pictured in my mind
was my California sunshine
I told my niggas in time, that girl would be mine
They called me crazy, assumin’ that I was mad lazy
and lacked the monetary
assets, plus my style was not sanitary
Cuz everybody knew she was fly with fitness
being witness to her once a year was cool
fuck Christmas
When I brought it up my niggas dismissed
ignoring the mockery
I kept it locked in my mind tightly
California you remind me
Yo, I didn’t have my niggas behind me
but then, you were taken anyway
forcing me to postpone plan A
Cali-forn-i-ay…

Chorus

>From a distance
Analyzed my prey with persistence
comin’ up with a system
it was straight, a phone call around eight
conversate for a while to find
the whole time it was a mutual attraction
and that news was old
I’m in bliss apparently she was watchin’ me
and expected we to probably be
As coherent as the East Coast
and West Coast be
A B-Boy’s dream, the serene
yin to my yang that was ragin’
I was amazed
this was all happenin’ before a nigga got paid
And after the storm cleared from his parade
Now, there ain’t such a thing as stress
She got my back, and with that
I know how it’s blessed
A nigga who figured that the search wouldn’t start
for another few years I would just stay apart
In love with the Triple X, Heiny and Hennessy
but now you remind me, California memory…

Chorus