All Black Neighborhood - Consequence

Yeah

This what it felt like, when I grew up in New York

Mike Cash, what up?

I want my kids to grow up in a all black neighborhood

Meanin' that nobody’s in the red and the paper’s good

Next to doctors, lawyers, the coach for the Hoyas

Maybe stockholders from Goya

The block’ll destroy ya', so revolve in the morgue

But haters wanna see me with revolvers at my door

Use the same revolvin' door that Clark Kent used

A connoisseur, mostly Clark Kent shoes

Still abide by the park bench rules

'Cause hoes’ll put you on the bench unless you park sum’n cool

Only a fool doesn’t learn from they daddy lessons

And turn them shits into caddy

And dissolved apprehension was the app that I used

What I put on the map will more than likely be removed

Well I know you been confused about the future gettin' better

If you don’t sound like Future, you get future endeavors

Well I’m back to the future and the view is gettin' better

And now, the reviews are gettin' better

Yeah, just ask Rolling Stone

You either rollin' or you stoned if you think I ain’t in the zone

So I’m with my kids home in a all black neighborhood

Maybe down the block from Meagan Good

But you better make sure that that paper’s good

'Cause every good girl wants a man to take her out the hood

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

So she can sing like

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

And we can sing like

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Yeah

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Yeah

Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Yeah

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Let’s go

Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Yeah, yeah, black unity, black unity

I’m from the era of kangaroos and Max Juliens

I attended the public school in Starter coats

Swag jewelry, nothin' we never saw before

Cash rulin' me, listenin' to nothin' but Harlem notes

Carla gave me your number, I can’t call her though

My phone off at the crib, I feel sorry for

Those who out here who livin' who hate to live

Old people told me that this is not the place that you should raise your kids

(What you tell 'em?)

I said, «When I was a kid, shit, I was raised here»

Black neighborhood, carryin' this lady groceries

I’m walkin' but watchin' closely, I wish a hater would

Stories get told, lookin' at cold, empty courts

And torn hangin' nets

Where hoop dreams get deflated

And ain’t no place like home

The only place you can go to stay and check, check

To that neighborhood

Community leaders bringin' gangs together for momentary moments of peace

Long as you know it’s for that greater good

Black unity and black neighborhood

I just left from the barbecue, I just ate, I’m full

And now I’m ridin' around searchin' for Meagan Good

And she ain’t turnin' me down because my paper good

Every girl around the way just tryna make it out the hood

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

So she can sing like

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

And we can sing like

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Yeah

Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Yeah

Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Yeah

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Let’s go

Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la