Al Skratch - A Tour of the Neighborhood lyrics

[Verse] Praise up to the most up high For black Uptempos, yo, hardest sh*t you could come by Chocolate in the air off the stoop when we would run by Where custies get too high, fu*k around and somebody gun rise Regular sh*t, lean on the head of the whip Know your block live when outta towners wan' rep where you live All that you need can be all in reach if you go for real And down to say hi to a holding cell 'fore you blow a sale, you know it well The same place that was good for a number spot Word to all the Snapple caps that got turned into skully tops Energy to tear up a pizza parlor in front a cop Before they built a winery up from outta that number spot Aside from the rent and who live on top of me I ain't really changed, I'm out here with all kinda lead Ever since bodega credit and what it got for me Like splitting heroes up with a knock-knee to try and beat Younger me, back when my pops would be out in front the Jeep Two in the morning, Henny pour while me and my brother sleep Still was taking care of whatever me and my brother need No complaints when your crib fit so comfortably And Leroy Campbells was like wallpaper But I was out 4, 5, 6-ing for your paper My hand hot, same hand I was penning with that would send you death Right handed, but dribbled left, Penny flex You get the picture? Salute to you You don't, but this is home, sh*t, do I got stoop for you Let's do it duke Top up off of the Wrangler be more suitable Easier to catch what be new to you [Outro: Al Skratch] Come around my way Come around my way Come around my way (Creep with me through the neighborhood) Come around my way Come around my way Come around my way Come around my way (Creep with me through the neighborhood) Come around my way