Tanya Morgan - Streets of Music lyrics

[Hook: Von Pea] I said it's a wonderful year I said it's a wonderful year [Verse 1: Von Pea] Here we go, ugh Young enough for iPods, old enough for Walkmen Too young for park jams By the time I came they sealed street lamps No more of that vibe But everywhere I went, they would still rap, I Grew up in Bed-Stuy, real life Mookie Listening to “Buggin' Out,” walkin' past Pookie's I guess it helps build character Older guys listening to Kane, talkin' Africa “Smooth Operator,” Cee on the fader Cee led to B.I.G. and you know what came later You wanna talk music in the streets? Imagine “Hypnotize” blastin' as his body was carried through Bed-Stuy Diddy had Ma$e and the cops did too Pepper spray during our brother's parade We just wanted to send him off properly and thank him Music our outer sanctum, it's a wonderful year [Hook: Von Pea] I said it's a wonderful year I said it's a wonderful-- [Verse 2: Donwill] Fell in love face first when I heard Kane's verse Maybe it was Todd Shaw, life is Too $hort Sounds like it cuz it made life matter Man the music in them streets, made a lot of moments magic Like the first song you played when you got the L's I was probabaly bumpin' Ant Banks or Quik myself In my mom's whip, frontin' tryna get at some girls House speakers in the hatchback, the sh** sounded terrible I'm form Ohio so when Bone Thugs dropped Slid that in the deck right next to Pac Then I moved to Carolina when that Outkast dropped And blew big weed bumpin' CNN and Nas, but Now I'm in the Stuy where they set up shop Pull the sound system out and yellow tape the block They can hate it online, but if the streets say go Off of Kenwood spins you'd be ghetto gold Yo! [Hook: Von Pea] [Verse 3: Enigma] Yo, yo, check Music in the park, that pure art The year marks the real, for real Pac and B.I.G. in that stereo sh** Poppin' wheelies to the sounds to the Illadelph Halflife roots to the past, they feel it past, get mad hyped Hear that Nas then they act right Boom bap raps, like comin' from the back of the Acc Them Wu tracks had us breakin' our necks Kept them haters in check Kept them tapes in the deck Man we played em to def, had mad flavor Before swag, you heard the urge to stack paper Major game players, the fame made em some mainstayers Then we zone out Old heads told us to turn it down Had a couple of lame neighbors saying we run it loud They shut it down, never that, ever that Still bumpin' hella tracks Lil flavor for your ears to get that feelin' back Let's go [Hook: Von Pea] x2