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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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