The Story

Aww yeah.. got the funk.. non-stop.. drop.. uhh, uhh Ha ha, check it ("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..") Yeah, now that's the right kind of beat For me to sit back and kick my story On a Friday night with nothin to do Cause all the other plans that I made fell through So I sat, 'til about half past midnight Clock struck one, time to get right Beat bop on, tilted over to the side Tank on E and I was still gonna ride Rollin up the ave leanin over to my left Yo I'm headed fo' this club over on the Westside Made my little stop at the liquor sto' Chatted with a couple of homies on the corner then I stepped Through the do' seen another car roll up slow With lights out, somethin told me to hit the flo' Little did I know, right and exact The AK sprayed the fools didn't have a chance to blast back And it was just like that, just that quick Just my luck, another fucked up night to pick To roll but if I had some sense I woulda known.. .. to take my ass home ("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..") *repeats* Young and.. dumb, not satisfied yet Picked up the brew and the gum and I jet To the set sat outside, threw my brew down Stepped in, yanked the mic, flowin with the funky sound Kept the wallflowers off the wall 'til the DJ made the last call for alcohol Party ended, I was standin outside Female with some fake hair caught my eye Conversation indicated she was underage I still got tricked by my old third leg Sat the big booty in the passenger seat Fastened the seatbelt, I'm off to the cheap motel Well, what to do? When you check your rearview mirror and see Two brothers in a big blue Nova The girl put a three-fifty-seven to my head and she said "Pull over!" ("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..") *repeats* Out the car, face on the sidewalk Said I'd get faded, unless I talked About a llello shipment ("You took my shit motherfucker, where my shit at?") Givin me the count of three to come with the day place time Of delivery, "Yo," I said, "I ain't the guy you lookin fo'" They said, "Shut up, cause you was at the liquor sto' With the fools we blasted on" I said, "Damn it's a small world after all" And they was gettin fed up, the trigger cocked back I closed my eyes, waitin for the impact A gun went off, and it wasn't none of theirs Looked up, down went the girl with the fake hair The other two got popped, couldn't blast back The liquor store crew had a nice payback And it was just like that, just that quick Just by luck, I was on the ground and didn't get hit So I hopped in the bucket, drove and I was gone Took my ass home! ("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..") *repeats*