Cappadonna - Ease On Down The Road lyrics

[Verse 1: (?)] Ring around the rosie pocket full of tosie Its lounging low return of the O.G High grade smoker, .38 toaster Building one-six-ooh wanted on the poster Come (?) get beat down and broke up I'm in the city where the homeless live BC, G's beat, throw a stone don't play Fly high cover you hood My brother is good n***as who want a zigga I wish you n***as front like (?) ain't got yall picture Take a flick of the nozzle, I'm full throttle (?) and get cracked in the head with a bottle You know my motto I'm right here standing firm (?) I blam on him he put a hand on him Listen to the words I speak I could care less If you had a vest or even work in the streets [Hook: Cappadonna] We gon' put our feet together We gon' ease on down the road Ease on down, ease on down the road We gon' put our feet together We gon' ease on down the road Ease on down, ease on down the road [Verse 2: Cappadonna] We keep the streets jumping Beats is pumping Sport mad ice on Yo New York (?) Usher on the radio Ne-Yo and all them Suit you up Your pants got tight at the ankle Pink New York fitted, we say no thank you Mister Rogers, radio wave Jay-Z come through whole face shaved 50 Cent got the industry selling us crack Yo Nas k**ed hip-hop, we bringing it back Hip-hop, catch the (?) Funkmaster Flex Come on mother f**er Tell me what you want to do Stop playing the same sh** Play us too What up Clue Peace to Doug E. and Slick Rick Bang hard We don't want to hear that other sh** We like M.O.P. music Mob and Jaheem While we crushing that p**y Making that C.R.E.A.M Grafitti writer (?) rhymes like that Staten, Africa protect ya neck Stand back Get your hustle on C block control the block Everybody on the east side hold ya spot Everybody on the west side make it hot We don't have to sell our soul to get to the top C'mon yo