Conant Garden

Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens

(Motown) We getting shit started

If you ever hear us say McNic, Nic

It's going down like that range Rover

When ladies see you they get the love hang over

Day or a night if you wanna stay over

You better have the will to bend

over and take off your clothes in time

Conqueror, come back to give some of that old

Pictual, actual, factual let Mac'll bring you the raw

With gigantic loads that my people come to love

Azurite, get down with it

Can't fathom these brothers fantastic

Uh, I heard you cry when I dipped that ass in some plastic

How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards

Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions

Fascists, because we turn this rap shit into something tragic

I didn't wanna have to put you in some action

Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it?

See, I 'cause havoc like a loaded automatic

How do you like me now nigga, you know my style say word

I'm from the city where we're known for slangin' pounds of herb

Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making it's yo

The never faking it's creating shit that's taking your ho

After the show you know I step up in the place

Mind is not strong enough, to hold me back

The tools you lack, the skills you deal

Lyrics to kill, cars to deal

Cops to peel, image too real!

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it,

do it, do it (come on come on come on)

Come on come on do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

Come on, do it

Back again from the bank baby, counting my change

Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings

Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash

Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas if you ask

You might catch me in my rental

Won't catch me in tinted windows, might catch me on residential

Or various instrumentals and yo

Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo

You need to low and behold these innuendos

Yo, it's just the fine talk

Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxed-to

My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh

I hope you feel me like you feel your past-or

What did you practice you so used to babbling

See it don't matter 'cause we mastered this rap shit

Pockets get badder 'cause it's hitting so immaculate

You like the way it goes down when S attacks-it

It will get tragic when the S is on the mission

So listen, relax take a seat in the place it's living

living up to expectations and still, ripping

With rhymes and filling the chrome, dipping

Cruising the neighborhood is just local pimping

For my memory, we were meant to be

I am the soul Melchizedek, from the D

Role with the world, ever see, who got the Key

It's gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S

Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens

Motown, we getting shit started

We don't stop, no we don't quit

We just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it do it

Come on, (tell them) come on

Come on