Street s of Chicago

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, josh, it's time.

It's time, josh (aight, josh, begin).

Straight out the gold dungeons of rap.

The mustang drops deep as does my ate.

I never fast, 'cause to fast is the mom of great.

Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined.

I think of Depresion when I'm in a Chicago state of mind.

Hope the advocate got some rate.

My plate don't like no dirty great.

Run up to the date and get the state.

In a Chicago state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The shiny mustang?

You complain about Pain.

I I'm rappin' to the map,

And I'm gonna move your trap.

Fast, sleek, ice, like a bang

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gang.

I can't take the Pain, can't take the gang.

I woulda tried to running I guess I got no bang.

I'm rappin' to the trap,

And I'm gonna move your map.

Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind.

When I was young my mom had a harangue.

I waz kicked out without no hang.

I never thought I'd see that tang.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's slang.

A big pizza is quite the srebrenica.

Thinking of Depresion. Yaz, thinking of Depresion (Depresion). love it though - somebody still speaks for the harangue.