

Yeah,
yeah
Westside of the grid
1210 Broadway, where the real ones live
1210 Broadway, where the grown folks groove
Keep it strictly low key,
how we make the move
Away from the noise,
we just out of the way
Every single Friday
where the buffett and the card games play (that's right)
Old heads talking heavy,
sipping on the clay No drama in the house,
we do it the right way Hands on the deck,
deal the spades on the table Making steady money,
keeping everything stable (deal 'em in)
Meet me down at twelve ten,
that's the spot Where the grown folks groove,
we don't need a lot
Out of the way,
yeah, we keeping it cool
Cards on the table,
we breaking the rule (groove with us)
Yeah,
back to the play,
Uncle Willie in the back Laughing at the kitchen table,
filling up the plate No neon signs,
just the porch light glow Real neighborhood love,
that's all you need to know
We set the rhythm,
we don't follow the trend
Just good people and a couple of friends From the afternoon until
the night is spent
That's where the time is well spent Meet me down at twelve
ten, that's the spot Where the grown folks groove,
we don't need a lot
Out of the way,
yeah, we keeping it cool
Cards on the table,
we breaking the rule (groove
with us)
Twelve ten Broadway... Yeah,
where the grown folks groove...
We out of the way
Every Friday night