Sun Soaked Blocks

Yeah,

streetlights coming on

Barbecue smoke in the summer air

Aunties on the folding chairs laughing under the shade Kids running through

the sprinkler that the fire hydrant made From the porch to the

corner we're keeping it alive Forty-ounce of history in the land of

ninety-five No trouble on the block today,

we're just spinning tracks No drama,

just the cookout and the people laying back

This is where we stand,

this is where we grow

(yeah) Underneath the golden sun,

let the music flow

From the block to the world,

keeping headers high

(say what) We don't ever run,

we just multiply

Old heads playing dominoes clicking on the wood Talking 'bout the old

times when the money was as good Smell of ribs on the

grill floating down the block Bass vibrating through the wheels parked by

the sidewalk We built this foundation from the pavement to the sky

Just another sunny day passing slowly by This is where we stand,

this is where we grow

(yeah) Underneath the golden sun,

let the music flow

From the block to the world,

keeping headers high

(say what) We don't ever run,

we just multiply

Just another day in the neighborhood...

Keeping it real for the ones who stayed...

Yeah...