paroles de chanson Front Steps - Equipto , The Watershed , Professa Gabel , Monk HTS , Baghead

No remover wrote my name inside the pothole
Used to blow buddha on the stoop right by Serrano's
Beside garage doors knew the lady in apartment A
Said that we could chill if when she left we part a way
Pardon me we helped walk her down the stairs slowly
Cause she got a bad knee it aint there fully
The dude in apartment B looking scared of me
Old lady said he just moved in he stares funny
She told him folks be chill in on the stairs
And they are friendly
Opened up her car door watched her drive away
Dude shouted out the window in the light of day
Clear the front steps or I'll call the cops right away
Hey the early ninety's don't remember the exact date
We used to gather on lower Haight the black gate
The world is an ashtray even as the days change
This was the way that we claimed space
Roaming on the sidewalk techies try throwing our vibe off
Though we confuse them with jive talk
Time talks capital I adjust but stay radical
Without being over the top like a catapult
Hit up a new spot batteries for the boom box
In the rain to gain playing pain by
At times it seems we been through too much shit
But still ride with homies that I grew up with
On the front steps

You can catch me on the front steps stoopin on the block
With all of my day ones yeah smokin on a chop
We're going straight to the top and we're not gonna stop
Until we make paper and displace displacers
You can catch me on the front steps stoopin on the block
With all of my day ones yeah smokin on a chop
We're going straight to the top and we're not gonna stop
Until we make paper and displace displacers

I was chillin on the front stoop
Talking shit rolling dice smoking blunts too
Cracked a forty passed it over to my homegirl
Music bumping hella loud we in our own world
Neighbors calling the cops on us they call us heathens
But we aint doing nothing but smoking and drinking
Police used to pull up pointing pistols at us
Throw in handcuffs shake us down and smack us
Lock us up in the system till we can't function
Plus they cleared the hood out with the gang injunctions
Price us out till we can't afford to live here
Police state keep the people in fear
I remember back in the summer at
Workin with the city's brown niños
And niñas straight chillin lunch time at el jardin secreto
I got my slice of pizza mama gave me morning beso
So I'm ready to go
Dog walkers dog shittin raring to go
I'm poppin off on all these transplantee folks
And I don't care that I'm broke
You better understand this isn't a joke
I'm with the folks that can see behind the smoke
They're burning buildings where I'm living
The type of homes that you raise kids in
Put in position where it's do or die for the Mission
From Bed Stuy to the Bay it's the same all around
You know where to find me when it's going down

You can catch me on the front steps stoopin on the block
With all of my day ones yeah smokin on a chop
We're going straight to the top and we're not gonna stop
Until we make paper and displace displacers
You can catch me on the front steps stoopin on the block
With all of my day ones yeah smokin on a chop
We're going straight to the top and we're not gonna stop
Until we make paper and displace displacers
You can catch me on the front steps stoopin on the block
With all of my day ones yeah smokin on a chop
We're going straight to the top and we're not gonna stop
Until we make paper and displace displacers
You can catch me on the front steps stoopin on the block
With all of my day ones yeah smokin on a chop
We're going straight to the top and we're not gonna stop
Until we make paper and displace displacers