Four Quarters

(- Let me ask you a question What color is this? - It's green - It's green You're black I'm white And this is green When making a business decision the only color that matters - is green) [ VERSE 1: Pacewon ] This is a journal entry and hip-hop blog Played over airwaves, seen over by God A relevant expression rooted deep as the mob For my people to use if they feelin the vibe Now, I'mma get to rappin, y'all scream Like you out here rootin for your favorite basketball team Like you're Parrish, I'm Bird, you're Magic, I'm Kareem Like you're Sam Cassell and I'm The Dream Hakeem Like you're Kobe, I'm Shaq, you're Ginobili, I'm Duncan Like we goin for a re', let's get it jumpin Let's get it goin like back in the Felt Forum Back when Willis Reed came into the game scorin Back when Bill Bradley wasn't so darn borin Back with Phil Jackson, before he had Jordan Goin like the coke that Scarface was snortin Bangin like Billy Bob Thornton [ Hook 2X ] White collar, blue collar, I holler, you holler Let's get together, four quarters make a dollar We ain't gettin younger and the block is gettin hotter It takes a whole community for us to raise a scholar [ VERSE 2: Pacewon ] Generic canned goods, free cheese and foodstamps People runnin the street like they at boot camp Pigs on patrol, hoes on the stroll The clockers outside on the block ain't wearin gold Nah, they wearin beat up jeans and new Nikeys Short-sleeve polo shirts and new white tees Boost mobile phones, also known as a chirp You hear a ringtone play when the fiends want work Brothers gettin pinched, snitchin on each other Cops is like Lawrence Fishburne in Deep Cover Actin like they not cops, but they are cops They try to mingle with the crowd and they bar-hop Sniffin for narcotics just like they the K-9s Troopers everywhere up and down the state line Ten-year old kids sellin crack in the daytime The hood could take your life but it won't take mine [ Hook 2X ] Yes yes y'all (Keep on) Yes yes y'all (Keep on) Yes yes y'all (Keep on) Yes yes y'all (Keep on) [ VERSE 3: Pacewon ] Benzes and Beamers, no more Laundromat, laundry goes to the cleaners No more just settlin, now I'm pullin divas and skeezers In them wife-beater shirts with new sneakers The ones that was blinded before, but now they see us They wanna help me max out my Visas, come through and snack on some Cheez-It's Pour a glass of champagne, take some snapshots Eat a strawberry tart, use my laptop And my Discover card, shop from home Roam naked through my crib while she talk on the phone Hold candle light dinners, 50-inch plasmas In every room, you ain't even gotta ask, brah The red carpet treatment, what else could you ask for? It's like fightin some dude that got a glass jaw You hit 'em in the chin and you win Your old life ends and your new one begins [ Hook 2X ]