Late Model Sedan Lyrics by Masta Ace Incorporated

Late Model Sedan Lyrics

    [...i think underground is
    Whatever, your mood or your feelings might be at the time
    So long as it's the truth... truth... truth...]

    Verse one:

    I could tell the pimped-est story
    About street homicide, and make it sound gory
    Cause you know, shit be happenin everyday
    And then on the weekends twice as much shit comes into play
    So i better watch my back or
    I might get caught up, in a fuckin crack war
    So i use the back door, cause the front ain't safe
    Seven different brothers got stuck and i don't wanna be the eighth
    Don't make no sense
    Walkin through my own neighborhood i feel tense
    Don't wanna carry no gun
    Cause the cops be stoppin us, and pattin us down just for fun
    So, the only protection i got
    Is my smitties, but how many kids get shot
    Fuckin that throw up your hands shit
    And fight like a man but he don't get to land shit
    Not one punch, the only hit
    Was when his head hit the concrete, got knocked clean off his feet
    Got a lot of blood on they shoes
    But they got that rolex, and jumped in the cruise
    Late model sedan, either blue or black
    Was the only description, no plates in the back
    I know one thing, they ain't from around here
    But what block would dare to come down here
    Stickin up shit, must be new jacks
    Trying to get a rep, they better watch they backs *echoes*

    [...they better watch they backs *gets steadily louder*]
    [guess what happened to me when i was wa-walk-wah-walkin down the street]
    They better watch they backs!

    Verse two:

    Cause my man shiloh, is out on the prowl
    With some east medina, brothers that's foul
    Lookin to protect, the streets that our mothers
    Have to walk on, from black young brothers
    It's bad enough, that if i walk through a white
    Neighborhood, that, i gotta be prepared for a fight
    Why should i be scared of the dark?
    Scared on a brother that be lurkin in the park
    I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood
    But someone's always up to no good
    Niggaz ain't never gonna make no progress
    Killin one another, but you know i guess
    I'm feelin thirsty, i'm goin to the store
    If anybody calls, i went to the store!

    ["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block" -- scarface]
    ["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block"]

    Verse three:

    Well it's quiet on the block tonight
    Everything is peaceful, i'm feelin alright
    Yo there go dino, and little jamar
    And yo that must be, a stolen car
    I think they see me, they puttin up the two
    Fingers meaning peace, then check what they do
    Come pullin up in an eighty-three deuce and
    Jump out the car and start producin
    Automatic handguns, both of them got one
    Some kid in the backseat sticks out a shotgun
    It can't be, but i guess it can
    That i know the kids in the black sedan
    *gunshots fire*

    I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood...
    Why should i be scared of the dark?
    ["say fuck it put a cap in a nigga" -- scarface]
    ["this type of sh-shi-shit it happens eve-eve-everyday" -- slick rick]

    I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood (repeat 8x)

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