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[ VERSE 1 ]
I know you`re dreamin, dreamin you could take me out
But just think, cause that`s somethin to think about
I`m Trag, so don`t think you could take me out
Start thinkin, before you put your foot in your mouth
Cause I`m not the one to be slept upon
My rap is smooth and a step beyond
But it took a little time for the skill to grow
And it took a lotta time for my thoughts to flow
I wanna tell you a story, so sit and wait
Gonna take you to a time when I wasn`t so great
When I used to run the street with miss-matched socks
And the summer of 1984 was hot
The jams in the park were really dope
And the girls on the block were playin jump rope
But I couldn`t hang out with the guys who hung
Cause my mother always told me I was just too young
But she couldn`t understand what it meant to me
That the parties in the park is where I had to be
But way back then I couldn`t see -
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[ VERSE 2 ]
She would always disapprove, but I didn`t care
Cause if a jam was in the park I just had to be there
She would send me to my room, and then lock the door
But it really didn`t matter, cause I lived on the first floor
I thought about the girls I couldn`t wait to meet
So I jumped out the window, then I hit the street
When the music started pumpin, everybody got up
The Vernon Posse had the dancefloor all sowed up
That`s when I thought partyin was all about
Despite a few fights and a few shoot-outs
Everybody kept partyin without a care
You had to have fun, cause it was in the air
>From blocks away you could hear them shout
And it got real hype until the power went out
It only lasted for a minute, but ist felt so long
Till the deejay got up and put the power back on
Everybody kept dancin to the record`s groove
So I pushed up on a cutie, and we started to move
It felt too good to be true to me -
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[ VERSE 3 ]
My eyes were mesmerized by the DJ`s cuts
And I knew later on I would have a sore butt
So I sat and thought what the beatin would be like
But I would take seven beatings just to get on the mic
See, unlike other kids, I wasn`t athletic
But as I grew, I realized I was poetic
When other kids would wanna play with their friends
I would rather sit day-dreamin about my Benz
With the (diamond in the back) and the (sunroof top)
As I (diggin the scene with a gangster lean)
Yeah, that would be me -
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