Testo On A Mission

Testo On A Mission

(feat. Frost)

Now it's about five in the morning
And I can hear the birds outside crowing
Then I heard somebody at the front door
Claiming they was Crazy Horse and Geronimo
Said they got the kak suits creased down
With the wagtop six foot to da ground
I said what's up
They said wahts up litefoot homie
Swear to god those fools knew everything about me
Then I got to thinking the stuff that going on
Then my mind started singing
I think they came from the dead
Turned around and saw my body that was still in bed
Then I really started tripping
They said relax homeboy we going on a mission
So hurry up and getcha gear
And while you at it two black hoodies with some ski masks

[Chorus: x2]
Rollin in da hood
Ina six flow dip
(1little, 2 little, 3 crazy Indians)
Rollin in da hood
Ina wagtop on a mission
(1 little, 2 little, 3 crazy Indians)

Rollin thru the hood with my heroes
And at the same time we coming through
And I can see the golden eagle through the rear view
Geronimo told me that I was chosen
And that would lead a way for the children
Spread the word with my music
Then Crazy Horse said it's a gift son use it
Schooling me about the old days
Back when there was pimped out Chevrolets
How they would fight for they life
Fight for they people
Kill the pale face that was evil
Now you gotta take a stand
And the day that you do is the day you become a man
Make a mane for yourself in this life time
Then you get a true piece of mind

[Chorus x2]

Then the 64' turned in to a caddy
Now I gotta find that big daddy
He said that Frost got that remedy poppin
And with you and him it ain't no stopping
Then we hit the cross roads the other way
First to you now we was in L.A.
On the east side of town
And when I looked around me
Everything was brown
Except for the blue kaks
And white T-shirts creased
And them I felt peace

[Spanish rapping]

And walk with the spirit in your soul
Just like Crazy horse and Geronimo
Next thing I knew I was in my room
And the clock read 10:52 D**N

[Chorus: Out]
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