Conant Gardens

It's going down like that Range Rover

When ladies see you they get the love hangover

Day or a night if you wanna stay over

You better have the will to bend over and take off your clothes in time

Conqueror, come back to give some of that old

Pictual, actual, factual let Mac'll bring you the raw

With gigantic loads that my people come to love

Azurite, get down with it

You can't fathom these brothers fantastic, huh

I heard you cry when I dipped that ass in some plastic

How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards

Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions

Fascists, because we turn this rap shit into something tragic

I didn't wanna have to put you in some action

Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it?

See, I cause havoc like a loaded automatic

Blow, how you like me now ****, you know my style say word

I'm from the city where we're known for slangin' pounds of herb

Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making it yo

The never faking it creating shit that's taking your hoe

After the show you know I step up in the place

Mind is not strong enough to hold me back

The tools you lack, the skills you deal

Lyrics to kill, cars to deal

Cops to peel, image too real

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

Come on, come on, come on

Come on come on do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

Come on, do it

Back again from the bank baby, counting my change

Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings

Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash

Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas if you ask

You might catch me in my rental, won't catch me in tinted windows

Might catch me on residential or various instrumentals and yo

Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo

You need to low and behold these innuendos

Yo it's just the fine talk

Mac'll come through with the tracks, you relaxed to

My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh

I hope your feel me like you feel your past-or

What did you practice you so used to babbling

See it don't matter 'cause we mastered this rap shit

Pockets get badder 'cause it's hitting so immaculate

You like the way it goes down when S attacks it

It will get tragic when the S is on the mission

So listen, relax take a seat in the place it's living

Living up to expectations and still rippin'

With rhymes and filling the chrome, dippin'

Cruisin' the neighborhood is just local pimpin'

For my memory, we were meant to be

I am the soul Melchizedek from the D

When will the world, ever see, who got the key?

It's gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S

Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens

Motown, we getting shit started

We don't stop, no we don't quit

We just do it, do it do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

Come on, come on