Playground

Yeah, boy, another ABC card
 Coming from the playground
 Take it straight back to the bricks
 Yo, Chris, tell em what it is
 Chilling cooler then a squeak
 Kicking dirt on my sneakers
 Suckers on the corner
 Looking down at their beepers
 They couldn't get a
 Job or a nice home
 So they wanna stay and
 Wait for the pay-phone
 Take JoJo
 He's the youngest
 Girls jock him cause
 He's reverse dressed
 Strolling through
 The neighborhood
 Sweating their brother
 Trying to see why
 He's doing good
 Rolling through the park
 Trying to make another hit
 Little do they know
 That soldier's legit
 I'm not saying this
 To put nobody down
 This is what I see
 At the playground, you know
 Aww yeah
 Another ABC smash
 Gonna make you mad
 Come on, come on everybody
 And guess who's up next
 Kick it
 L-I-L D-A-V-E
 Four feet, shorty of the crew
 Just let me get on the mic
 And show you what I can do
 When I'm all alone
 Cold rockin on the microphone
 At home, playing under the phone
 Large is how I'm living, homes
 Kick it, D
 Kick it, D, kick it
 Pump it, D
 Pump it, D, pump it
 Swing it, D
 Swing it, D, swing it
 I swing my beats
 At the playground, you know
 Come on y'all
 Good assualt is in effect
 Put your hands in the air
 Put your hands in the air
 I don't wanna see nobody
 Sitting in their chair
 True dat, true dat
 Yo, Ro, you are next
 Well, I'm RoRo
 Coming in third
 Now it's about that time
 That I get heard
 And none of my rhymes
 Will never ever be swerved
 Word to her
 Play tricks on your nerves
 Everywhere I serve
 Is real superb
 And I'll be right back
 With part two of
 This funky rhyme, G
 Ha ha, yeah, boy
 Yo, Red, I don't
 Wanna flow no more, man
 Y'all go ahead
 I'm just gonna sit back
 And listen to this ghetto swing
 Cause this is what I do
 At the playground
 You know what I'm saying
 Aww, yeah
 ABC's gonna sing
 Added to this missile
 Fusion hip hop with
 A little ghetto swing
 Yo, Red
 Lick the ballistics, G
 It's the R to the E
 To the D and what you get
 Is what you're seeing
 Straight up B boy word to miss
 Kicking and flipping the rhymes
 For the kids, man, for the kids
 Chilling in the park
 Nice and smooth
 JoJo Mark tried
 To bust my groove
 And do my works
 This is where I'm at
 Ah, I hate that
 Iesha had a big fanny
 Not like Annie
 Gave up the puddin for
 A letter and some candy
 At the playground, you know
 Ok, I guess you know by now
 Big smash moves
 Pants inside out
 A fresh dollar cap
 With your name on the front
 Yo, Mark, take it home
 Into the mizzark
 Chilling in the pizzark
 I gotta break cause my mother
 Said be home by dizzark
 But before I go
 I'm gonna flow for
 You one time see
 So listen to the rhyme, G
 The East Coast Family
 Boyz To Men, ABC, BBD
 Now flip the tracks, D
 My mother is mad
 And my brother is Red
 It's Mario Brothers
 Or it's time for bed
 Last but not least
 I wanna say peace
 And we outta here
 From the playground, you know