Another Classic

[Chorus]

You know we gotta keep it gutter like this

Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic

You know we gotta keep it gutter like this

Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic

You know we gotta keep it gutter like this

So get your hands up, up, up

Come on!

[Verse 1]

Magic, this to be definition of classic

Hatin', this track is madness

I remember back when I was a token Anglo-Saxon

But they ain't loved me for my raps then, uh-uh

But now, they feel me like a massage

They ask for classics, so [?] out the garage

I grab my book and spit a couple of bars

They say I'm not of this world

And they correct, I'm posted up with the stars

But when I'm down to Earth, I'm loiterin', my boys and them

Kickin' it at the corner store we're full of drinks [affordable?]

Couple blocks down, it's [?]

See a couple shorties, so we went to get digits in my mobile phone

Tower city [packin' out aroma smoke?]

Want so much money, you'd think our pockets would overdose

Head down to [?]

Watch the city lights bright up the sky

Yo, this is classic

[Chorus]

You know we gotta keep it gutter like this

Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic

You know we gotta keep it gutter like this

Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic

You know we gotta keep it gutter like this

So get your hands up, up, up

Come on!

[Verse 2]

Spectacular like the Temptations

Magical like a show and little bitch is wearin' makeup

It's the wakeup

I'm a star like [Jones?] women's cologne

And I shine like the stones from Sierra Leone

This is classic, to match when I'm wearing over my feet?

Priceless like a '76 Chevy Caprice

I was born and raised on that old school shit

[?] What them talkin' 'bout, we live

[?]

Every week, my auntie got me the Lunchables

Boy now think back, Thundercats, them cartoons we loved and that

I had the neighborhood big wheel, we havin' fun with that

Show him TV raps and daddy can't change, those were the days, mane

Little kids hollerin', "Come out and play, mane"

And when we tired, sippin' Mama’s Kool-Aid

[But lonely sandwiches?], my dude, we had it made

[Outro]

That was classic